Walking the Streets

Walking the streets in Aberdeen

You’ll never guess the things I’ve seen

I’d no idea that I would find,

My imagined Back Wynd of the Mind.

Walking the streets in  Aberdeen

You’ll never guess the things I’ve seen

The Granite Mile has changed a lot

Empty buildings are left to rot.

Walking the streets in  Aberdeen

You’ll never guess the things I’ve seen

Deliverers  ride electric bikes, 

Choose whichever Highway Code they like.

Walking the streets in Aberdeen

You’ll never guess the things I’ve seen

Drunken people shout and scream

 Worse than any fevered dream.

Walking the streets in  Aberdeen

You’ll never guess the things I’ve seen

Homeless bedded in shop doors,

Slipping through society’s floor.

Walking the streets in  Aberdeen

You’ll never guess the things I’ve seen

New buildings like little boxes,

Oh and you should see the foxes.

( A companion piece to my 'Back Wynd of the Mind' poem from years back)