My Streets
Remembering back to days of old
What good times we had back then
Play outs in the street knock down ginger
Life was so simple when
Kids had nothing, all had the same
Old wooden bikes and trains
Long hot summers we had back then
Hardly ever rained
Long hot summers of lazy days
Toffee apple man with his bell
Calling the kids from all around
To show that all was well
Comics and albums read avidly
Hopscotch on the street
All in plimsolls no showy trainers then
Was worn out upon our feet
Once a year the charabang came
And off to the seaside we’d go
Bucket and spade playing in the sand
And Punch and Judy shows
These are memories of way back then
Just a time of childhood dreams
When things were simple and innocent
Or so the time did seem
Oh I wish for one more chance
To play with my marbles and rope
Skipping and jumping again and again
On cobblestone streets and slopes
Bomb sites were our playing fields
Where on the scaffolds we would swing
No danger did we see back then
And ditties we would sing
Have you seen the muffin man?
What’s the time Mr Wolf we would say?
One potato two maybe three or four
Were the songs we sang those days?
How times change?
And what a shame as then all were the same
Oh to have just one more day
Back on my childhood streets once again?
Trizia 2012
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