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by Norman
Rated: E · Poetry · Personal · #2252763
The streets were where we played
Yeah, I grew up a city boy
I’m Brooklyn born and raised
Knew nothing of the country life
Or of the country ways

There were a lot of houses there
In my small neighborhood
Everyone knew everyone
That wasn’t always good

But I had lots of friends back then
The streets were where we played
Now everyone I know has left
Perhaps a few have stayed

Where I live now is not the same
It’s not the city scene
Instead of concrete all around
Now I see mostly green

And it is nice; don’t get me wrong
I like it very much
It has so many things to see
Like wildlife, parks and such

But sometimes I still think about
The place where I was raised
I know it’s still a part of me
In, oh, so many ways

No, I could not go back again
I’ve been too long away
I’m better off where I live now
And this is where I’ll stay

But when I look at photographs
When I was just a child
The memories come fast and strong
They still can make me smile

I’m just a city boy at heart
And Brooklyn is my home
No matter where I plant my roots
Or where my feet may roam

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