The Pier

Yellow and burning in the night

A sad testimony to a bygone age

Proud it might be

Of its glitz and glamour

Of its city status

And nouveaux riche citadels by the sea

But its grandeur has gone

The calming pleasure of a promenade,

The simple delight of taking the air

Distant are these memories now

And an elderly lady

Her prime like those halcyon days now bereft and lost

Is painfully prohibited

From passing gracefully away.


©Jemverse (February 2003)




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