My Street Poem by Paul Warren

When I drive down the street
There is no one there to meet
The Ladners and Lengs are dead
With others living in their houses instead

How many times did I turn in that driveway
Running, riding or driving each day
And how glad I was to be home
After a day at work or with mates I have known

But those days are now long past
With times I thought would forever last
And people with a smile and a wave
In a neighbourhood with their friendship they gave.

© Paul Warren Poetry