No cobbles stones

There are no cobbles in the back street now.

No grass grows in the cracks

No frogs in pools,no yellow weeds

i wish we could go back.

The cat would sit beside the gate

She killed the budgie how we cried

Now I am so lonely here

Some times I wish I’d died.

My brother clambered up high walls

I watched him from below

i admired his bravery

Now I am alone

Google Street View is too clear

There are none left here for me