Silent  now  the  sound  of  hammer on steel

Held  still  the  giant  cranes and  wheel

Indolent  men  lost,  without  work robbed of  future

Pushed  aside  by business’s  uncaring  of  nature .

Busy no  longer, the  ships  and  trade  all gone

Urchins  run and play  no  more

Itinerant  men  all banished from the  shore.

Long ago  echoes  can  be heard  still

Dint of  history  and it’s  maddening  will.

Indolent seagulls  in search of  food

Nudge  the   empty newspapers  and brood.

Gone , gone  the  glory days.