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)

 

 

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: