Saturday, 10 January 2015

Town Crying

Lost and lonely around the town
Up early as the earliest Lark
Pretending my day is ascending
In a multi-storey concrete park

I wander the streets feeling foolish
Pretending I’m finding it funny
Hours in the block until they unlock
A place to face spending my money

Dancing signs point a way open
Icy cold as the faces inside
Deriding the early bird caller
Who dares with their cash to confide

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