The Street

A tale of a street I know of in Leeds

From tears on the pillow to breakfast in bed,
A sky drapped in sunshine puts a song in your head.
Alarm bell still echoes for the start of the day,
The walk into work gets longer everyday.
And the traffic's in chaos as the school run begins,
The morning church goers wash away their sins.
The radio is playing to the lonely someone,
At ten past the hour the street's day's begun.

Daytime TV soaps and lunch on the go,
The kettle is boiling as the work whistle blows.
Illicit feelings and affairs get exposed,
With the girl on the side that wife doesn't know.
The lads that are planning the drinks for the night,
While the frustrated girlfriends stay lonely all night.
The roses in water a glass of red wine,
Leave the shopping till later and the street comes alive.

The dutiful wife who spins thoughts in her head,
Of her faithful husband in someone else's bed.
Another break of a bone another cut to the face,
But she cannot tell no-one that's the street's saving grace.

The cars in the driveway and dinner to serve,
Retire to the lounge watch the log fire burn.
The smell of fresh laundry and homework to do,
A walk with the dogs and then a movie to view.
A long kiss goodnight and tomorrow will call,
The pubs kicking out time and the drunken's do fall.
Though only bricks and mortar and the people who roam,
This is their street and there's no place like home.

Reviews

[Matt]

This poem is amazing. the rhyming is flawless and the description is very imaginative. awesome work.