Glasgow Fate and Finality.
I wait, I watch, as all around those I grew old with are torn and twisted from the soil, a century of life heaped and piled into dust.
I wonder if those who follow will love this city as I have, watching in the glorious summer mornings as it came alive, at night when lit it shone and sparkled, the river bringing new life and new hope to this, my city, I belong here.
I too now await the creeping sound of fate near and final, my face turned to this loved, hated, glorified, despised but human city, my city, I belong here. This green gentle city, my beloved city.