Oxford street

When I was ten
I thought my brother was
God - hed lie in bed and turn out the light with a fishing rod.
I learned the names of all his football team, aid
I still remembered them when
I was nineteen.
Strange the things deal that
I remember still - shouts from the playground when
I was home and ill.
My sister taught me all that she learned there; when we grow up, we said, wed share a flat somewhere.
When I was seventeen,
London meant
Oxford Street.
Where I grow up there were no factories. there was a school and shops and some fields and trees, and rows of houses one by one appeared.
I was born in one and lived there for eighteen years.
Then when
I was nineteen.
I thought the
Humber would be the gateway from my little world into the real world.
But there is no real world - we live side by side, and sometimes collide. .
When I was seventeen,
London meant
Oxford Street.
It was a little world;
I grew up in a little world.