I walk the town

I pass closed

Down shops

All boarded up

To let signs

Wither worn

Shop windows

Some cracked

Work of passing


Or bored youth

Others broken

Plastered with


Yellowed and peeling with age

Pound and 99P stores

Charity shops now dominate the high street

As I walk ghost pass me no where to go

No where to come from

Ghosts indeed eyes look dead

At best zombie like

Dead or dead in feelings inside

A ghost town complete with it's ghost

Ken D Williams

The Dyslexic Writer

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Written on 2012-06-19 at 21:51

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Stan Cooper The PoetBay support member heart!
Hi Ken...this is another great one from you, my realistic friend...

And by the way, one of the lines sounds like a great title
for my own biography, as it so well describes this old guy...

The line is, "Yellowed and peeling with age "

Your old and getting older, old friend

xxx Stan

What a sad true reflection of the times we live in.

Depressing - not because of how it is written - because you tell it how it really is in the towns and cities up and down this country.

Nicely written.

Pops ~xx~