Documentary

It’s December on the docks But I’m dressed for July And I’m shivering and cold Under a bleak winter sky. There’s just piles of rubble Where Chandlers stores stood Homeless folk are gathered Around bonfires of wood. An old Fridge Freezer lies Among bricks, dust and weeds, Already a fly dumping ground It seems rubbish just breeds. An old mattress on the road Has been set alight Adding more despair to This once vibrant site. The wind drifts the smoke As I walk back to the car Just a few more yards Not really very far. That’s enough for today, I’m really far too old To be dressed for summer And be shivering with cold. I’m emotionally exhausted And very close to tears Thinking of all the hardship Over the last hundred years. It’s all recorded for now While it still lasts For posterities sake And for the sake of our past.