CHILDHOOD STREET
©Trev Teasdel, Coventry October 1968


Pavements are cracked
Chimney’s unstacked.
Lawns unmowed by windows
Where lights once glowed.
Lamposts have collapsed
And time has elapsed.


Oh the street of my childhood
Is a street full of black mud
And fallen is the house in which I grew
With my parents and people I once knew.


Of the familiar scenes
That filled my dreams
All that remains
are the bricks and the beams.
I’m feeling so lost
My mind’s being tossed
from end to end
as present and past try to blend.


Where cars once drove
and folks once strove
To keep a family alive
is but now a dark and dismal sight.
Hiding its fallen face from the light.


Like an empty shell upon the shore
Childhood street won’t live no more
‘cept within my dreams.