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
Read 99 times
Written on 2021-09-18 at 23:20

dott Save as a bookmark (requires login)
dott Write a comment (requires login)
dott Send as email (requires login)
dott Print text

one trick pony The PoetBay support member heart!
Stark, maybe universally true, but you own it, make it real.