Street talk

It was fun to hold dad's hand
on the high street at week-ends.
Sometimes he'd meet a friend on the way,
and chat about a few things.
They sounded like wise men
because they smiled as they talked.
I could never understand all they said.
Words like honesty, peace and freedom
were complicated to me.
I only knew that they all led to one way,
the best, dad said, less trouble and safer.