Your city isn't mine

I miss my hometown, but not the one you know now

The city I left has gone, long been knocked down.

I get home sick now and again, for a place and people from way back when:

From the Pier head cafey or the local chippy, sat on the bus terminus watching the city,

with 194 on the radio dial playing the tunes that made us smile.

I get home sick from time to time, because that city of yours isn't the same as mine.

- Jon m smith