ramblings and things
The Better End Of Salford.
Manchester was a magic place
Compared to my home town.
My pal at the university
Was showing me around.
I got chatting with this chap,
A friend of a friend of a friend.
Who told me he hailed from Salford,
From, of course, the better end.
I’ve never seen that man again,
Over the years have often thought
Did his aspirations survive
Or had he got caught
In a Better End’s sad decline.
Did it slide slowy to decay
And did he in despair
Slowly gently fade away.
Was it a sad tale,
Did he descend into an early death
Bemoaning his status loss
With his last despairing breath?
The better end of Salford.
As romantic as it seems?
Or, just an etheral concept
Trapped in my romantic dreams.
The Better End Of Salford