Southend Pier Me Ole Lady

Victoriana Pier Stands Monumental..... Of the glory days long gone The train rumbles on as a confused old lady Unsure of her destiny yet still she travels on Young faces embrace with baited breath Peering anticipation pressed on smeery glass Wooing and cooing as objects roll by Parents smile in adoration as their little ones ask 'why?' And it's all so reflective, the sheen of the sea, Glass thoughts imagination as we Watching faces, aging lovers, flowing dresses, flip-flops Baseball caps and the odd few shops De-board to stretch and sigh, relish the visions which greets the eye Chips on the promenade an absolute must Rossi ice cream to flourish in lust Just sea and breeze with breaths and smile To stop take time, enjoy (our) while Lean on the piers aged frame, Whilst fishermen reel Young pollacks play games Streamline they race Against the incoming current Side flips cause amazement As to why? Unapparent Thousands in the shade of the aged old pier Return to same spot year after year Just like us and our forefathers before An irresistible meeting ground We cannot ignore (love the old pier)