The Streets With No Shame

By mcscraic

Thu, 21 Mar 2024
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The Streets With No Shame

By Paul McCann

  

 

Without a word of a lie , 

sure nobody would deny

what I believe in my heart.,

is that our love won’t depart .

 

 Its painted on gable walls ,

its answered when danger calls  .

It’s a peace line , it’s a word ,

it’s a song that we’ve all heard.

 

  It’s in the past that I know.

as I walked through rain and snow

Gave piggy back rides for fun , 

burnt  bonfires  with everyone  .

 

 Back entries for our blind dates, 

front streets for our roller skates

the life and soul so witty ,

 all around  Belfast City .

 

 No short cut or Cul De sac,

goals to score and nets to wreck .

Missing things we thought we’d  lost.;

some spare change on pitch and toss.

 

 On street corners bathed in light. 

with our friends on Friday night .
thinking about where to go. ,

to the town at  some disco .

 

 All piled in a Taxi Cab 

friends were great things we could grab,

On the way back home again, 

back to the streets with no shame .  

 
Certificate 15
Poem
poemsbypaulmccann
Autobiography

Comments

Submitted by celticman on

nice to touch down in the past. 

 

Submitted by mcscraic on

I appreciate your support and welcome comment .Celticman.

kind regards 

Paul

 

 

 

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

Some familiar recollections in this poem. Particularly:- Back entries for our blind dates and the line:- front streets for our roller skates.

We had a lot of lanes and alley ways where I lived. Also a pavement where all the kids would roller skate up and down. 

Some great memories for you to look back on in your poem, which I enjoyed reading.

Jenny.

 

Submitted by mcscraic on

You're memories are similar . Isn't it a blessing to grow up

in a village where people had an understanding about things that is  gone from the world  we live in today .

Kind regards 

Paul 

 

Submitted by memphis on

I Like to call this Black Down Memory Lane. And to quote Charles Dickens, "It was the best of times, it was the worst of times". And if you don't mind. Back to the streets with no shame. We've all been there. Thanks for the memories.

William E Alexander

Submitted by mcscraic on

It's always nice , to get a comment from someone .

Thank you for making time to read and taking time to leave such a detailed and thought provoking comment about those special times we hold dear in our memories . I had to read it twice after wondering why you mentioned black down memory lane then I saw the title and realised it was a typo .

 

Kind regards 

Paul 

 

Submitted by mcscraic on

Thank you for making time to read and taking time to leave such a detailed and thought provoking comment about those special times we hold dear in our memories .

Kind regards 

Paul 

 

Submitted by D G Moody on

As they say, the past is a diferent country, and for many of us we'd still like a passport; a great poem Paul - bringing it all back again.

Dougie Moody

Submitted by mcscraic on

Thanks Dougie .I hope that your passport arrives soon . No application iis required as I'm told .

So many places to see as well .

Well worth visiting . 
Kind regards 

Paul