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Learning My Lesson

A restless spirit I did know
When I was just a child
He did take me by the hand
And I tried hard to be wild
We had a gang in the Old Kent road
It made me feel so tough
We were called the Kent road mob
Although I was not rough

We’d hang out in a little fish shop
Where we’d make a lot of trouble
Most of the cops on duty there
They thought that we were rubble
Sometimes they’d punch us really hard 
And I was the biggest one
And getting belted by these cops
It really weren’t much fun

Then one day I did get chased
Right down Asylum road
A bloody gun was fired at me
I was like a frightened toad
Then I changed, oh yes, I did
I became a real good bloke
Having that gun fired at my ***
It really was no joke

9 January 2019

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Date: 2/10/2019 4:50:00 PM
A lessen learned, and brilliant poetry, to boot..different today, the gang would have fired back...
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Date: 2/10/2019 4:59:00 PM
So True Harry, Peckham was wild in those days. But when I went back in 98 I was really wild then. Thank you for your kind comments, mate. They were appreciated....Peter
Date: 2/10/2019 12:03:00 PM
Peter, I am smiling for my father was in a "ha ha" gang called the "Southside Gang" and there was nothing gangster like about most of them. The problem is, if one got beaten, they would all jump in. But I was always told they never threw the first punch. Thank you for bringing this memory back and making me smile.
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Date: 2/10/2019 4:56:00 PM
H Caren, I was just a little fool in those days wanting to prove how tough I was. Really I was as weak as piss and frightened of my own shadow...Thank you for your kind comments, my friend....Peter
Date: 2/10/2019 10:12:00 AM
ohh, the flame of adolescence; we somehow had those wild days, but, knowing when to stop doing things that may me wrong is the real gift... this is so splendid, peter!...huggs
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Date: 2/10/2019 4:45:00 PM
Hi Nette, so true, my friend,t hat is the way we grow up. I thank you for your kind comments, my friend.....peter
Date: 2/10/2019 7:56:00 AM
I understand you poem, Ive been in gangs also as a youth... we always learn important lessons in life, so sadly do not learn from them..
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Date: 2/10/2019 4:49:00 PM
WE certainly do Silent. Peckham was a pretty wild place in those days, and we all had our gangs. Good job we do grow up. Thank you, my friend for your kind comments...Peter
Date: 2/10/2019 5:16:00 AM
Thankfully as we get older we get wiser and learn many lessons on the way Well written Peter. Tom.
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Date: 2/10/2019 4:51:00 PM
So true Tom. Peckham was a rather wild place to live in those days. Thank you for your ind comments, my friend....peter
Date: 2/10/2019 4:09:00 AM
I bet it wasn't. But at least you changed. Hope this is fiction, though I dread it was true. Interesting poem though.
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