This Small Town

This small town

Is falling down

Shops are closing

By the score

Nobody buys much stuff

Round here any more

Charity shops still survive

Serving people half alive

Pubs have gone under

Stealing Friday nights thunder

This small town

Has gone to ground

Just like so many

Small towns

This small town

Is falling down

Times are hard

Money is tight

This place looks dark

In broad daylight

Leaves blow across my path

The wind cuts me in half

A child drags her feet

The mother looks beat

This small town

Makes hardly any sound

Just like so many

Small Towns

This small town

Has grown old so fast

I guess its true

Nothing good ever lasts

The cafes have long passed

But there’s a coffee van

Selling stale scones

An old couple hold hands

They’ll never be alone

In this town of stone

©JMcN2018