There used to be a walkway but that was yesterday and lit by gas lamps yellowing along the quay
we used to watch the boats come in and she would say, that this would last forever
it never did,

the river silted up and the ships all sailed away
the council put new houses there and concreted
what used to be
and now what used to be is sadly history.

How many thoughts have passed like ships and sailing masts to bring me to this reverie,
where we once kissed lost to the mist of time