David McWilliams - Days Of Pearly Spencer

Days Of Pearly Spencer

A tenement , a dirty street
walked and worn by shoeless feet
inside itand’s long and so complete
watch by shivering sun
old eyes in a small childand’s face
watching as the shadows race
trough walls and cracks and leave no trace
and daylightand’s brightness shuns
The days of pearly spencer
the race is almost run
Nose pressed hard on frosted glass
gazing as the swollen mass
on concrete fields where grows no grass
stumbles blindly on
iron trees smother the air
but withering they stand and stare
trough eyes that niether know nor care
where the grass is gone
The days of pearly spencer
the race is almost run
Pearly whereand’s your milk white skin ?
what that stubble on your kin ?
itand’s buried in the rot gut gin
you played and lost not won
you played a house that canand’t be beat
now look your headand’s bowed in defeat
you walked too far along the street
where only rats can run
The days of pearly spencer
the race is almost run
A tenement , a dirty street
remember worn and shoeless feet
remember how you stood to beat
the way your life has gone
so pearly donand’t you shed more tears
those tenements are memories
of where youand’ve risen from
The days of pearly spencer
the race is almost run