Poem - The Pub On That Essex Road

The Pub on that Essex Road

By Lydia Terry

There's a pub down an Essex road. 

The neighbours hate, but it's the punters abode. 

Bar maids with love and jokes to share.

With loving punter's but'll push it as far as they dare. 

A pub that if you go in, your tied to it for life.

No matter the day, the anger or the strife. 

There's a pub on an Essex Street. 

Where swearing and cursing you'll meet. 

Some walks ins will be disgusted and never come back.

But in this pub jokes are no personal attack. 

You'll rarely not hear people laughing and singing. 

Welcome in, smiles everyone is bringing. 

There's a marine, a scaffolder and a fisherman.

Three different folks, but in this pub no one gives a damn. 

Doors always open, a smile always waiting. 

A happy atmosphere, that's elevating.

There's a roofer, a architect and a bookie.

Leave a horse racing master, come in a rookie. 

They'll complain about music type, too quiet, too loud

I say from experience weirdly this pub makes me proud.

A retired man, an engineer, and a guy in between work. 

Some days this pub is calm, some days it's berserk. 

For many this pub is a one stop shop in their story. 

But the regulars show this pub in it's glory. 

They talk visits to Southend 

Or that pub that used to be on the bend. 

Days when it's rammed, and days when there's only a few. 

Days that are stressful, and days with nothing to do. 

This little pub down a residential street.

It's faces like mine you may meet. 

My home for 9 months, my life for that time. 

The idea of leaving blows my mind. 

However, this little pub is a chapter I must close. 

This little pub where my confidence rose. 

The pub will remain forever, even though I move on. 

However, this pub will always be a place I belong. 

That next chapter begins, and it's going to be a wild ride. 

But every so often this pub, I may pop inside. 

Thank you for helping me grow up and become me. 

This little pub, home will it always be.