Born in Ancoat's Jersey Street in 1962, leaving school at 16 with no qualifications I managed to get a job as a sewing machine mechanic at Raffles factory on Bradford road I stayed until the factory closed two years later. After this I worked for a short period, traveling round repairing machines while helping my Granmother and Uncle on the Barrows selling fruit and vegatbles, my gran had a stall at the bottom of Oldham St outside woolies until that sad time when their was a fire and several people were killed in the store, after this she moved to Church st. Since then I got married have had several children,worked in many different jobs and have had some great times and some not so great so all in all about average. I dont think I have a type of writing, I just get on with it when I have the feeling to write, I have had some poems published in local mag's that wanted to use them and I did a poem for BBC's Your Game, if you type in my name on google I have somelinks to stuff that has been published.
My Future - My Past A walk with my future, Hand in hand with my sons I took them to see places, where I played when I was young. Up the canal paths, down Redhill Street to Ancoats Lane; We turn around and walk back down the canal paths once again. The climbing frame still standing, the joy it gave me then, And now the metal sculpture gives me joy, once again As I watch my future swinging from its rusty old beams. As they wrap their legs around it, Hold on with all their might, My future it is smiling, it gives me great delight. I take a look around the place It’s a very sorry sight, The place that I had blossomed in, neglected, left to rot, My stomach starts to twist and knot, it’s odd to feel this way. To the magic tunnel, it’s the place that time forgot, Here people used to live and play But now they have all gone away, to pastures green, Or so they say. For all the time we walked, my future and me, We never saw or heard another human sound in the place called Ancoats, Where life always could be found. In the future of past years my memories will forever last, In the place called Ancoats where I lived as a lad. Back then I was the future, The future for my Dad. © Carmine Grimshaw
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