Glasgow Past Poem by Michael Cochrane

Ragman blows his trumpet children ask for toys for old clothes. The ice cream man plays a tune a queue quickly forms a double nugget mister and a pokey hat! The coalman black as night goes into tenements lifting his load. The middenman chased by hordes of weans trying to get a hudgie on the back of the truck laugh as they hitch a ride such moments in time are recalled now in my autumn years.
Michael Cochrane ©