The Old and the New
What remains in the Afan of an old wooden wharf
overlooked by wind turbines crowning the mountain.
The castellated look-out tower at the docks dwarfed
by the unloading cranes in the deep harbour.
The timeless and relentless tides held back by
giant tumbles of rock along the steps of the prom.
This is what we are made of too: the old and the new,
what we were, what we’ve done, what we have become.
Some days we look back with a heartful of regrets,
others, we are brimming with gifts a new day has brought.
The past is always with us. Change sits at every horizon.
We can only do our best to carry and welcome them both.
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