Not Even 18!

First was the milk bar
a street corner in Garston
Then smoking in the entry
a lunch time at school

Next came the "gang"
chatting, and walking,
Hanging out together
feeling grown up and cool

Confidence now growing
we set off for the pub
the bar of The Heath
sat on a bar stool

But the lure of the City
beckoned us in
New pubs, new clubs
Drinking like fish, acting the fool.

By Margaret Shepherd