Quick thoughts
The crossroads in the town,Not a town now, in comparison
But, once it was.
More a large village,
If the lights are green you'll miss it
If the lights glow red? Be prepared.
Resentment is everywhere, even daubed on the tired shop fronts
Least, the ones that are still open,
You'll see this town's own self importance, that once was.
Arguing here, now, at the crossroads with disappointment,
Faint despondent hopes that crashed with
Self fulfilling prophecies.
Young girls push prams
That's just how it is
And wannabe tattooed hard men fall out of pubs
Long gone the splendid days of coal
And steel
And jobs for life?
Look down in the gutter, those promises are that screwed up bit of paper used by that kid who just spat out his gum
Poetry by 1LFD
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Written on 2021-09-18 at 23:20
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