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Suits and ties mingle and mix
in the concrete jungle past six
With the tourists and the grafters
all as one in their laughter
The rude and arrogant sound off
trying to show who’s boss
As others rip away their ties
not listening to their bosses lies
A community feel once their was
but the city grew and helped its loss
Now strangers are seen all the time
continuity gone, no longer there to find
Only the ghosts of the past are there
unseen and unnoticed without a care
Their happy voices lost in the past
as these new invaders obliterate shadows cast
Suits and ties now rule the roost
drinking in wine bars where pubs lose
Some hanging by a thread
others buried and long dead
Only the ghosts and the old now mourn
remembering past dawns
A few young reminisce for what never was
dreaming of a past at their cost
I'm a thinker, listener, a "question's pretty much everything" type of person. A seeker of knowledge, always restless, yet seeks the calm in life.
I love writing in all forms and am in the process of completing a number of ongoing projects. I love the craft of writing and the possibilities it holds. A magic carpet through the mind. I love pretty much all creative arts, music, film and theatre the leading ones.
Born in Hertfordshire in England, my family Irish, Welsh and English, I currently reside in Edinburgh, in Scotland. I'm drawn to coastal and mountain regions where I like to go to think and draw inspiration from. Ireland is a place that's dear to me, and I try to get back to see family and friends as much as possible.
My interests are wide and broad, too many to mention here, but history, archaeology, criminology, music and film are just some of those things I love.
I hope you enjoy my ramblings on here as that's what they are really. I'll let my fingers do the ''talking...''
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