IN PRAISE OF THE PAST

IN PRAISE OF THE PAST

When o’er this town my lens doth pan

For finest builds I’m wont to scan

Works we have that grace this town

Whilst others bring the deepest frown

Of them no tale will e’er be told

Put up now but already old

The keen eye is swiftly drawn

To those few gems that stand forlorn

Some by a Pease were built

Defying ol' Victoria's guilt

Arose in times when fair winds blew

Now all but swamped by ugly new 

Regal, splendid, full of taste

Not put up in undue haste

One I deem too lovely by far

Surely  our town ’s shining star

Yet look to left and feel a shudder

Wonder how we lost our rudder

If ever building were a crime

For such as that a man'd do time!

Viewed together toll a bell

Tableau that sad tale doth tell

Speaks of vision full to the brim

Overtaken by a future grim


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