A Poem: My street Your street.
Just a thought or two.
I'm sitting here now and I'm thinking, of our street when I was a lad. I think of them all as I sit here and somehow it makes me feel sad. Where are they all I wonder, many I know will be gone. Some will be there still living, bringing up daughter and son. Others in jail or abroad now, some Australia bound. Will they return I wonder, broken. the prizes not found.
New babies born on a bright summer morn, Mum's and Dad's grinning with pleasure. They smile and they say they will work every day for the future of their little treasure. Life in my street is as life in your street, though I know this will not be for ever but whilst we are here, we should hold life so dear, for we're all on this earth here together.
© 2013 Graham Lee