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