Made in Sheffield
I was made in Sheffield
So were my scissors
They used to call it Steel City
Not anymore, my Sheffield’s on the up
Hard graft shoved out by hard sell
They’re building over Sheffield’s past
Polishing away its mucky industrial history
Sweaty factories now apartments actually and chattering call centres
Names and dates carved proud above doors, meaningless decoration
Now smoky windows give away nothing.
It’s not all worthy of polishing up
Pockets are forgotten in this rush of change
Ashamed of and pushed to the back
Taken over by dark alleyways and broken windows
Streets patrolled by working girls
Once the domain of the workingman
I get lost now in my Sheffield
Names are the same
But they’re not the familiar streets I walked without thought
Now surprising landmarks
A road emerging where there used to be a building.
