History lies on these boards so worn,
Upon which so many feet have walked.
Silent now, but close your eyes
And you can hear the
Laughter, fun and joy of
Generations of yesteryear.
The legacy of anticipation,
Awe and wonder of
So many children still endures.
Parents harassed, yet happy,
Amble behind their errant young,
While beneath, lovers entwine under its towers,
Snatched moments of ecstasy captured in
A brief moment of time.
Sad, silent pier, alas,
You were so splendid once,
But now derelict and tired,
You stand neglected, abandoned,
Forgotten and sad.
Your memories, poignant and nostalgic,
Live on in the wistful minds of those
Who stare and quietly wish for restoration.
