Memory Lane - a triolet by Elizabeth Obadina

Portsmouth from the Round Tower

Nothing looks quite like it looked like before

When I travel down memory lane

The streets have changed, the scuffed brown front door is no more

Nothing looks quite like it looked like before

The park seems so small and parking’s so difficult down by the sea shore

But clouds still race o’er an ocean still blue and the ferry still runs just the same

Nothing looks quite like it looked like before

When I travel down memory lane.