Memories revisited.....
two streets away they would proccess the fish,
gutted and skined and made ready for a dish.
very busy, very noisy and always that smell,
but now it falls silent and nowt we could tell.
I walk silent roads filled with memories and ghosts,
the smell is now gone and so has the hosts.
everything changes or so i am told,
but some things should stay as a thing to behold.
the people were hard but honest and fair,
small boxes for houses crammed in a small square.
a yard for a garden but we didnt dispair,
a ball and a wall is all we needed to be fair........