A DYING TOWN
One by one folks left, no work to be found,
In the café, empty tables and chairs around,
Stores closing, another closing this week,
Off to greener pastures, work for to seek.

There are no young folks on the silent street,
Just the older people is all that you ever meet,
They have to stay, until alone they will die,
No money left to move they just sit and sigh.

Boarded up stores and homes, forgotten pets
Sadly roaming, watching a busy town take steps
To becoming a ghost town, like a bad dream
Such a tragic and saddening sight to be seen.

M Ann Margetson January 16, 2002