The Streets Know My Heart
It’s just a bit of concrete
some pavement in a square
But, oh for all the memories
the ghosts of footsteps there
The city streets of childhood
my daily walks to school
The bakeries on each corner
the nuns of Golden Rule
My grandma walking home
her factory work complete
Outside, I run to greet her
her hugs were oh, so sweet
And mama’s calling dinner
with friends for hide and seek
I’d better hurry, getting dark!
I’m punished for a week!
I find myself a young man
in downtown clubs and bars
The streets are then remembered
for love in fancy cars
And though it has been years
as time tore us apart
My memories last forever
and those streets know my heart
Copyright © Mike Gentile | Year Posted 2022
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