For charmed chandlers crammed with hues and gold dashes~room serves cafe au lait.
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.
Downfall of a humble man
Once he wore a uniform he had reached
the apex of his profession had staffs supplied
the ship did the books and administrated.
It was the best of times and too tired to read
to relax and to think about life meet chandlers
and customs official who had stories to tell.
Seen from above his position was modest but
coming from poverty it was an achievement
he and his family were proud of.
The downfall came quickly crews on ships were
drastically reduced soon he was the only on
left in the catering line, he hung up his uniform
back to the galley, cleaning mess halls and toilets
the days became endlessly long, no time to read
only waiting for his stint to be over.
A heart attack caused by the loss of dignity and
long ours his education had come to nothing yet
the illness was the beginning of something better.
she loves to dance in bedlam
to the beat the shadows throw
in a gown of sequin macabre
since her mind left home
where webs of deceit hang from chandlers
and madness is the party game
blowing the horns of something's wrong
in an eerie game of charades
the cook that's in her kitchen
bakes a don't dare go there souffle
though she dips her fingers in it
through out her darken days
you may take the chance in joining her in dance
on this the razors edge
when all is said and the day has bled
she pulls the sheets of madness up on her bed
as I walk into this enchanted building.
the thoughts in my mind plunder.
the sounds of violins playing.
the crystal chandlers sparkling.but wait
there's a beautiful dancing on the ballroom
floor.
she was a beautiful lady with sparkling diamonds,
and a dress that can make say wow!
as she danced,she disappeared.the music stopped,
and she reappeared from no where and music came
back on.
all of a sudden people was in the background.
something puzzled me,where am I at.
what is this place,where did all these people come
from.
and why are they all dressed up.these people are talking
the night away with no worries and dancing too.
as I walk towards to the door.
the girl appears,without hesitation she grabbed my arm.
were the dance floor dancing away.her smiling face.
It made wonder about this,why me?
why did something lead me here.I said you look beautiful
tonight.
she blushed with joy.all sudden the clock struck 12 am
and everything began to disappear.
I asked her for her name.she said thank you?
when she disappear her locket fell down.
her name was rose.
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