I am now of an age
That I want to find my past
But if nothing is written on a page
Where does one start
My father’s work meant many a new beginning
Here today, gone tomorrow
As a child, this at times, felt like winning
The excitement of new places was fun
So many new villages and towns
New schools, new friends
Different scenery, different sounds
My accent changed from place to place
But now I try and look back
Dates are blurred, places confused
Nothing is white, everything is black
And no one alive to ask
So, I am lost and a little mad
A large part of my past forever gone
Which also makes me very sad
And can often bring a tear.