A tale of age
Straight from the page
Of an historians book
Which is worth a little look
As you may know a street
Which once held your feet
When you were a child
All meek and mild
But it’s different and not the same
From when you played that game
With a bat and a ball
All petite and small
No tarmac was laid
Or council workers paid
But you existed all the same
Like the past in times game
And you touched the floor
Where fingers have done before
So again please take a look
At an historians written book
Where somebody in your hand
Once stood where you stand