Old men gather
At the gates
Of the closed down
Factory left to fate
The towers look down
In lofty dismay
In the town just
Another day.
They meet each year
On a hired coach
Whose metal grimmaces
Wheels that croak
To the seaside
Old men go
Reliving life
A final show.
Old men with
Watery eyes
Keep their memories
Deep inside
Back at the gates
A thousand ghosts
Arrive to take
Another shift
The towers look down
Upon a dismal town.