Top of Grafton Street

They took away his footsteps
That took him to the Green.
The echo of his brogue heels
Polished, bright and clean.
Remarking to a fellow
As he doffed his hat to her
Attending to his duties
With diligence and care.
They took away his footsteps
As he walked across the road
Past the dressed shop windows
Before the Green Cross Code.
If you listen closely
You can hear his disapproval
As the installation of a rail line
Begets his past removal.
They took away his footsteps
Broke them up and drove away
I wonder who will come along
To remove our own one day.

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