The Old and the New
The remains in the River Afan of an old wooden wharf
are overlooked by wind turbines crowning the mountain.
The 19th century castellated look-out tower at the docks
is dwarfed by the cranes in the deep harbour.
The timeless and relentless tides are held back by
giant tumbles of rock along the steps of the promenade.
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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