A Small Town In Hungary

In Viss, the walls are faded & the faces are shaded.
The old folks are gray at heart, but the young are full of light.
Untarnished from life's wear & tear they explore the backyard of their imagination.
Riding bikes down past the railroad tracks; they peddle with all their might.
Hopping to beat the train with no hesitation.
The old folks watch the rays of joy emanate from their bright faces.
Remembering the childish games they once loved.
The kids at the end of the street play wall ball at the suns last graces.
Tired they walk home where they are beloved.
They are welcomed by the sweet smell of honey & baked warm bread.
By dusk the town of Viss is asleep.
A single light shines from the street lamp at the heart of Viss.
In Viss, the memories are bright & clear on the corner of a street.