Joy so swiftly’s turned to sadness, now,
what heavy hearts for Liverpool, these days.
Along the Strand I’ve walked with dad,
he loved it there, up Water Street,
pints in pubs, their voices music to our ears,
real wit and wisdom, working folks’ true class:
they’ll never walk alone, those hearts of gold.
Thank for your likes and comments:
Stephen Gospage
Holden Moncrieff
Rolph David
I remember with great affection the Liverpool accent of a work colleague from my youth, which was and remains, music to my ears.
Liverpudlians, like many other working-class populations, have borne the brunt of many injustices and deprivations; from that, is born a sparkling wit which cuts through all the bull and lies they’ve had to endure over the years.
This gets it just right, Uilleam. A nicely judged verse of support.
Thu 29th May 2025 10:20
Good morning Uilleam,
This is a beautiful, heartfelt piece—what begins as a quiet elegy quickly becomes a loving tribute to Liverpool and its people. The sense of recent loss is palpable, and whether it’s tied to soccer or something more personal, the emotion runs deep.
I especially loved the blend of personal memory (“walked with dad”) with iconic local landmarks like the Strand and Water Street. It’s intimate and civic all at once. And that closing line—“they’ll never walk alone”—landed perfectly. It echoes not just the club anthem, but something greater: a community’s resilience, humour, and dignity in hard times.
Regards,
Rolph
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Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh
Wed 4th Jun 2025 11:54
Thanks for the like Red Brick Keshner.