A trip down memory lane

Aromas of burgers, incense, fish n chips, salt sea air and coffee shops,
Dogs laying in shop doorways with owners holding their hands out,
The smell of ale houses, cigarettes, beer and vomit,
Stepping over plastic bottles, glass bottles, cans, plastic cups, dog shit and paper,
People laughing, calling out, shouting, swearing, singing, spitting, coughing,
Music drifts from pub windows, rock, folk, swing, pop, jazz and juke box,
Flashing lights from the arcade machines, money eating monsters,
Ice cream and candy floss filled children’s faces ask for more,
Seagulls squabble over discarded pavement throwaways,
Red lipped ladies peep from dirty curtains with come fuck me eyes,
Ladies pushing prams, dope heads pushing dope,
“To let” signs hang between charity shop and pound shop displays,
Boarded up window frames and doors,
Graffiti obscenities in a range of spray can colours,
Time I went home,
My childhood playground gone forever,
I started to sing,
“Oh I don’t want to be beside the seaside”
“OH I don’t want to be beside the sea”
Some memories are best left to be just that,
Memories.




Poetry by Mick Bean
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Written on 2018-03-18 at 15:14

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Marie Cadavieco The PoetBay support member heart!
Yes, so sad, we might blame the younger generation but even older ones seem to have lost their respect for themselves, each other, and their environment.

They say you should never go back, and that is truer than ever in this world today. A poignant and true write. I don’t think anything was missing....! Loved it.
2018-05-10


ken d williams The PoetBay support member heart!
Bravo, Mick! Such are memories made! Living as I do beside the seaside, very much as you describe, so very well!
Ken
2018-03-18