Paul Warren Poet Ballad

The Street With No Name

I go back to my street
In my memory it is so complete 
As my street with no name
No one is different but still the same

Every lamp post I know as I walk past
From when I thought it would last
But now it seems so long ago
And it hasn't gone at all slow

So the things that I see are different now
Are seen through older eyes wondering how
My memory of them slowly decays and fades
And now doesn't make my recollections made.

© Paul Warren Poetry

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