Born in Andover,
a father’s son, a mother’s boy
a bundle, a package, a parcel of joy.
Raised in a terrace with a black and white TV
things changing at pace in and around me
computer games and colour TV all shiny and new
until the shine rubbed off as I grew.
Megadrives, football games in the park
Basketball games until it got dark
I miss those days of irresponsibility it was fun
now I am an adult and those days are gone.
I have more freedom but in some ways less
a modern life of working brings more stress
I still live in Andover
but some of my mates have moved away
maybe I will leave myself one day.
But Andover will always be my place of birth
my hometown and my home turf
and though memories fade and grow worn
I will remember them fondly
throughout my passage through time
because they have helped shape me
and become my reason and my rhyme.
By Daniel Hooks AKA alienpoet
This poem is a kind of biographical account of my life in Andover and how it has shaped me. It also shows how things have changed in my lifetime.