The Cemetery

The streets are now empty,

A dozen closed down stores,

The abandoned dairy factory,

No-one works there any more,

Rents no longer affordable,

The welfare line is long,

Once the town was prosperous,

Those days are now long gone.

One lonely cafe still open,

To stubborn to want to close down,

That, a few strays and some rats,

Remain of life in the ghost of a town,

Broken and boarded windows,

Nothing but bones and memories,

Creaking of rusting signage,

And shutters that flap in the breeze,

Books are still on the book shelves,

Moulding away in the book store,

More haunted than any grave yard,

Full of whispers, cries and calls.

Verandas rotting and broken,

Decay has taken a hold,

Crumbling with each passing year,

The buildings dried out and old.

Yes the streets are now empty,

A dozen closed down stores,

The abandoned dairy factory,

No-one works there any more,