The Party's Over

Visited a Wasteland behind the house where I was born many years ago; today it s a mess of weeds and cast out remnants of a cannabis factory- yet when I was a child the yard was governed by an Italian family, the Tognarellis, spick and span and generous with their ice cream cones to me their young neighbour.
At that time the world for me was a party and I still like ice cream and the party spirit but, as shown here, for some obviously the party is over. And no-one wants to clean up.