see you standing there
always telling me what you think
i sit back on the grass,
as you slide over the brink

those years can leave a tinge of bitterness
masked by occasional laughter
that almost chokes from the throat
those years were the hardest ever

would you watch us
as we watch you
in an armchair sitting
of television drama

so i caught a little of the past
and pondered upon change
all this reminiscing
had me missing my roots