The Gorbals
A lad from the Gorbals
Years ago from these streets I did grow
Rough and tumble every day
Life was hard in every way
Winters dark cold and long
But from these streets I belong
Sandstone building dark with suit
Gas light lit the neighbourhood
Glasgow’s dark and dingy streets
Football played and hide and seek
Lassies dancing curly hair
We had great fun and not a care
This was all so long ago
And places change as we all know
Sand blasted building nice and clean
This is not the place of my childhood dreams
Chellaston
21 04 2010
poem by Jim O'Donnell
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