On The Street Where I Live Poem by J.B. LeBuert

On the street where I live, people are changing places.
The neighbors leave, and there's always new faces.
I can't keep up with all the new neighbor's arrivals.
All we need now is a few tent revivals.

I'm not complaining because I choose to be here.
There are many days that we stop for a beer.
The neighbors that I know are all good folks.
We have many palm trees instead of great oaks.

On the street where I live, the flags fly every day.
I pass by so many when I'm on my way to play.
I have to admit that there's a lot of elderly and retired.
Shorts and tee shirts is how they're usually attired.

The weather is great and and I'm here for a while.
When I think of the people, I love their style.
By now you might have guessed I'm at an RV park.
Where I go from here is still a question mark.

If you've read any of my other poetry this year,
You may already know my brother is here.
We've now become good friends, only months ago.
And it has been great being out of the snow.

All in all, I've been blessed with new friends.
I thank the Lord for all that She sends.
My life has turned around from a truly hard time.
I'm no longer thinking of a life of crime.

On the street where I live, there are so many stories.
We all have our pains, and we all have our glories.
I love my life again, for what that's worth.
Thank you Lord, for my recent rebirth.