So Close
I watched that film again today
It’s old and the quality is poor
It only lasts a few short minutes
Showing life as it was once before
The footage is jerky and grainy
Flickering, faulting, the focus all over the place
The horses and carts, the men in their hats
The girls in their bonnets, hiding their face
Taken from the front of a rolling tram
It follows tracks from the centre of town
Up the hill, and along Manningham Lane
As far as the park, then turning back round
And I know
every one of these houses and streets
Every tram-stop along the way
It might have been a hundred years ago
But to me it looks like only yesterday
And it’s more than just the memories.
The familiarity and the knowledge of years –
There’s something about almost being there
That brings me very close to tears
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