Weekly Poem: London Bridge to Waterloo (East)

For pride of place in the pile

That lives upon an ocean

Of floating finance food

For business suited sharks.

Money grows on trees

In these 1990’s parks.

The past is on my side,

Coronation Street chimneys rising,

Brown bricked buildings falling down

Like London Bridge, but hiding

In the ancient alleyways,

Grimey shirted gravelmen,

Returning home to terraced tears

That people wept in 1910.

Separate sides of London live,

Across the deep and dirty Thames.

The rich and poor, the old and new,

Are both on view from travelling trains.

And as I watch this timewarp tell

A tale of different destinies,

My mind is split apart in two

By river, time and empathy.

- -Keith- -