I Stand Upon The Railway Bridge

I stand upon the railway bridge And see the tracks below, The same place as I stood before So many years ago, I see the empty platform now Save for the trees and grass, Which have replaced the people there Those times have gone alas. For now so many things have changed Since early childhood days, Across the lines the station stood At which I used to gaze, The trains no longer stop here But continue on their way, With their loads of stone and coal Yet memories always stay. The water tank no longer stands Beside the arch of black, Now just the scattered bricks remain Beside that lonely track, The signal box has gone as well Embankments overgrown, So stark the view from this old bridge On which I stand alone.