A City Street A city street, in dirt and grime,
Expected, yet I took my time,
Resistant to the bitter end,
Thy will be done, this place is mine.
Held and cherished in their grasp,
And calloused hands for me to clasp,
In Arden Street, the harshest climes,
I can't recall a better time.
And dancing barefoot in the dirt,
On grassless lawns, I learned to flirt,
The girls outnumbered by the boys,
No takers for my girlie toys.
I climbed a wall and climbed a tree,
High on a rooftop now I'm free,
Those sandstone buildings, strong and tall,
As inwardly I fear my fall.
And then my head begins to swirl,
They say, “she's not bad, for a girl,
But by and by, the boys are best,
I guess she's tougher than the rest”.
My courage tested to the brink,
I didn't take the time to think,
With just a game of do and dare,
I overcame my fear with flair.
In Arden Street, where life was rough,
I lived, I grew, had love, enough,
And looking back, yes, we were poor,
On second thoughts, I'm not so sure.
They knocked it down, my childhood street,
Designer homes for the elite,
A change of name, a change of time,
But Arden Street was always mine.
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