These streets

Streets I walk that I call home

Are the streets I live on from now on

But they’re on the streets I grew up on

Those streets are the ones I call home

Do far away now and probably changed

But my heart goes back to those days

Of playing football snd riding bikes

Climbing trees whenever we liked

Couldn’t misbehave because neighbours would tell

The mums had coffee mornings and got on swell

Mum would believe them before me

So we learnt respect and we were happy

Back on them streets

As kids we knew of tragedies

A good friend died, that wasn’t easy

Two lost a mum and a dad

So long happy summer days could also be sad

But we were resilient and stood by each other

Helped one another when things got tough

And we all got through it in our own ways

And we congregated on the streets to play each day

Now those days are a million miles away

But the se memories will just not fade

And I’ll remember them still when old and grey

And when it’s time to go to my grave

And they’ll keep me happy

Knowing what it was like to live

Many are denied the chance to experience this

So I give gratitude to these streets and the chance to exist.

7 responses to “These streets”

  1. Wow this is so wonderful, beautiful and it tingles my nostalgic bones a lot!!! I love this and I miss my childhood!

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    1. Thank you very much for reading I am glad it resonated so much with my friend.

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  2. Beautiful poem! And such an amazing blog as well. 💕

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    1. Thank you very much for reading and appreciating my friend and for your kind words. Faux

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      1. Your writing is really good! Do continue to shine 💕✨

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