Out on the street:
I hear the beat the patter of feet
People and faces of those I meet
Friends and family those I greet.
I happily play out on the street
With friends, who share a treat?
A bonfire treacle toffee sweet
A smile that’s knowingly discreet.
Out on the street:
I wonder at all the faces I meet
Some are solemn full of deceit
Some amusing are incomplete
Others are just lonely in retreat.
