A poem by a young person.
MONTHS AGO…………
STREETS WERE ME, LIFE ON THE GO
CHANCES TOOK, NO ONE TO LET GO
NOTHING TO LOSE MONTHS AGO
I WAS SPRINGLANDS DEVIL
FIGHTS HERE, TROUBLE THERE
A WORLD WITH NO LAW
TROUBLE HERE, TROUBLE THERE
NOW MONTHS HAVE PASSSED
NO TROUBLE HERE, A BIT OF TROUBLE THERE
AND ARGUMENT WITH MY BROTHER
A WORD SHOUTED THERE
SPRINGLAND’S STREETS NO LONGER MY HOME
I HAVE FRIENDS HERE
AND FRIENDS OVER THERE
WHO SHALL I GO WITH NOT THEM OVER THERE
THINGS TO LOSE : MY DAD : MY MUM
MY FAMILY : MY FRIENDS
RESPECT : TRUST : MY LIFE.