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The Old Lady of Connaught Street

Peter Goulding

Monday, May 8th, 2006

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 The old lady of Connaught Street lies on the bed,
A small bead of sweat trickles down her sweet head,
The fading light streams through her curtain of dreams
But the bedroom grows steadily colder.

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 The old lady of Connaught Street groans in her sleep.
Around her the older men silently weep
For the times when they’d throng to regale her with song,
In the days when she’d flash a bare shoulder.

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 The old lady of Connaught Street mumbles in pain,
Her petticoat soaked by this new acid rain.
In Victorian fashion, her pallor is ashen
And she suddenly seems so much older.

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 The old lady of Connaught Street draws a last breath,
Grimaces hard and then falls back in death.
The developer smiles, as he roots through his files,
And puts a large tick in his folder.

© Peter Goulding 8th May 2006

Notes

Bohemians are planning to sell Dalymount Park and move to a new stadium in the suburbs (near where I live)

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