Paper Boats

I looked down at the Irwell and what did I spy.
Paper boats full of promises, floating on by.
Promises written, promises spoken.
Commitments made to be easily broken.
We should have known it at the start.
No words were spoken from the heart.
They never really meant to deliver.
Three thousand plus tenants sold, down the river.
Paper boats on the Irwell some full of dreams.
Turned into nightmares by twisted schemes
Paper boats passing through Rawtenstall.
Soon to be dashed in the waterfall.

               Will Scribble 26.11.09