I went back
To where I started
So many years
Have flown
Deep inside
My boyish thought
To terraced street
Which was my home.
The corner shop
The bingo hall
The flaking bricks
Where we played ball
The cobbled streets
The backyard wall
We walked upon
Standing tall.
The old lady who
Complained at night
As we played
With warriors might
Imagined swords
Arrows and bows
I went back
To my old home.
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nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson) (
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Comments3
I like the feel and construction of this poem of memories. The rhyme scheme is good as is the flow and the ending seals it.
appreciated, thanking you
You are most welcome
Going back can be heartbreaking, the memories just never live up to past you once lived.
Hope yours was good.
cant complain, thanks for your comments, much appreciated
Its hard to go back sometimes. Our minds fill up with memory instead of the now. At least thete is hindsight and hopefully people that once were and now are again important.
thanking you, appreciated
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