Glasgow And Me, a poem from the heart Options

[lubbock]

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.

[zascot]

Brilliant. I enjoyed that.

[Jupiter]

Just the thing to cheer me upon a dank November morning.Boak,up comes my brekky.

[**lubbock**]

The poem is actually about a building standing alone watching the destruction of this fine city during the sixties....

[lubbock]

As I said the poem is the voice of a building watching the destruction of the city during the sixties as it too awaits the bulldozer