I HAVE strolled past many times
On my way to the splendid pier
To watch the Channel jewel-sparkle in the sun.
I scrutinise an old postcard
Showing the London and Provincial Bank
Its employees long passed into history
In different days before the First World War
And now their graves not visited any more.
A nanny drifts by like a ghost
Pushing a baby whose life has come and gone
Reminding me of the transience of being.
The people in the photograph are all forgotten
Few cars clogged up Windsor Road back then
There’s a sign pointing to the baths and beach
Oh, the past is so strange and out of reach
As if trying to grasp the sun with your hand.
There is a couple walking far down the road
And a figure half hidden behind the street lamp.
Their clothes would be so uncomfortable now
But staring at a modern postcard here
Future generations would laugh at our attire
Faces frozen in time from long before
In their graves...not visited any more.
Guy Fletcher
Pantmawr
Cardiff
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