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- -
