I grew up in the loneliness of one hundred streets The more poems I wrote the more I'd get beat The rare times were few but I wrote them down Poetry as confession in a lonely town
I'm no Leonard Cohen, I am no Rod McKuen And so far any talent remains unproven But from those streets I have lived my Rhyme A Journeyman Poet stride by stride
In the World streets have doubled now, in number and size But I hope Poetry is no stranger in our lives It's the 21st Century, let's put our Art on the breeze Giving voice to the vow in our words there is Unity
My Town is about 240 streets now (2018) but back in the 1950's it was only just 100 (give or take a few). A small-minded small town on the North East Coast of England where being 'different' wasn't always a good thing to be... especially for a young lad who wrote poetry.