Silent now the sound of hammer on steel
Held still the giant cranes and wheel
Isolated men lost, without work robbed of future
Pushed aside by business’s uncaring of nature .
Busy no longer, the ships and trade all gone
Urchins run and play no more
Itinerant men all banished from the shore.
Long ago echoes can be heard still
Dint of history and it’s maddening will.
Indolent seagulls in search of food
Nudge the empty newspapers and brood.
Gone , gone the glory days.