As I go
I make footprints in the snow.
The red postbox continues to stand,
A symbol of a vanishing land.
Footprints will go,
Covered by snow
And this dear England of mine,
Is it all in my mind?
As I go
I make footprints in the snow.
The red postbox continues to stand,
A symbol of a vanishing land.
Footprints will go,
Covered by snow
And this dear England of mine,
Is it all in my mind?
I wonder this myself, Kevin. Is there anywhere or anything that is as it used to be when I was younger. I think not.
Someone once remarked that “the only things certain in life are death and taxes”. I think this could be amended to read “the only things certain in life are death, taxes and change”. Yes, for good or ill everything changes. Many thanks for commenting. All the best. Kevin
You are right about that, Kevin. Change is a huge factor of our modern lives.
Indeed it is, Robbie. Have a good week. Best wishes. Kevin