Buried Treasure
There are alleyways
From the seventies
That still divide my heart
A separating of childhood
And adolescence
No more hiding in bushes
And building dens in
Ramshackled ruins
I now had places to be
Too important to stop
And hide off to the side of the path
I was drawn to the new
Exciting opportunities a the end of the road
Knee high socks existing
While previously ignored
And discarded magazines
Unknown to future generations
That showed the way to
Buried treasure
Thoughts
Another trip down memory lane. It’s funny how strong certain memories are even when you haven’t considered them for decades.
Photo is from Peter Kay’s show at the o2 in London in 2024. A man who is a master of nostalgia. I laughed until my head came off.
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