I was born on the banks of the old river Tyne,
Where it wends its way east to the sea.
Past the pit heaps and coal tugs; the clang of the shipyards
Created fond memories for me.
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Nostalgic concern about the pathetic life of Geordie folk and the disdainful indifference of those in power to improve their lot. A great humanistic poem. Thanks for sharing. CP
They say (who is they?) What doesnt kill you, makes you stronger. And you my friend in spite of your poverty in your youth, have remained in high spirit, friendly and gentle nature which means more than anything else in life......... Milica xx