I wondered at the magnificence of the pier in eighteenth century made,
And thought why its beauty with passage of time does not seem to fade.
The pier stood proudly with iron legs embedded in waters oh so blue,
And the docks below came alive, spoke to me and offered some clue.
“Glorious ships, men and action I have seen” to me the old pier spoke,
Heroes and beautiful ladies as well as dastards who went plain broke.
My heart holds enchanting tales of success and defeat, sorrow and joy,
Many untold stories of romance and grandeur, of the great days gone by.
The grand and splendid memories of yore make me evergreen and gay,
The reminiscences of yesteryear act like magic, keeping old age at bay.
– Nadeem Sani