FıFteen Poem by Kris Whelan (1971)

FıFteen



I was fifteen years old up on deck and dad was on the pier
Ticket in hand, luggage in tow, gettin’ outta here
I watched him stand, long as I could, until he disappeared
I was out at sea feeling free and the journey was agreed
London bound on the western line with a burning deep inside
Southern bound, the train on time, right down the line
The city lights burning bright and I see those neon signs
All new to me and sights to see, and I guess I’m feeling fine
My Mother waits on platform eight, I hold her there so tight
It’s been a while, but we both smile and it’s all alright
A whistle blows and we both go back to her home
We’d stayed in touch, long distance calls down the telephone
Summer days, the memory stays deep there in my mind
A jewellery box, the key unlocks, a tune that was lost inside
Trip to the beach, we try to reach the fairground ride
It’s all locked up, we’re outta luck, and we stay and watch the tide
Come summers end, the wounds they mend, it’s time to leave again
The return trip, the gypsy tip and I’m gonna see my friends
Between two worlds abuse is hurled, both countries gripped by fear
Fifteen years old, I’m up on deck and dads back on the pier
Fifteen years old up on deck and dads there on the pier

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