From 5am ’till ten at night
Sounds so loud, birds take flight
Builders and dustmen, deliveries too
Outside my window night sky to blue
A grey town and empty shops
Patrolled by rent-a-cops
Barely a bustle anymore
This town dead long before
Pubs closing and restaurants too
Betting shops grow, much to lose
Charity shops hike prices up
It’s no wonder people have had enough
This town not like it was at all
Not like what I recall
Lost its buzz years ago
But the population continues to grow
I wonder what the future will bring
If at all anything
For too little too late it will be
Always the case it seems to me
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Darren Greenidge
I'm a thinker, listener, a "question's pretty much everything" type of person. A seeker of knowledge, always restless, yet seeks the calm in life.
I love writing in all forms and am in the process of completing a number of ongoing projects. I love the craft of writing and the possibilities it holds. A magic carpet through the mind. I love pretty much all creative arts, music, film and theatre the leading ones.
Born in Hertfordshire in England, my family Irish, Welsh and English, I currently reside in Edinburgh, in Scotland. I'm drawn to coastal and mountain regions where I like to go to think and draw inspiration from. Ireland is a place that's dear to me, and I try to get back to see family and friends as much as possible.
My interests are wide and broad, too many to mention here, but history, archaeology, criminology, music and film are just some of those things I love.
I hope you enjoy my ramblings on here as that's what they are really. I'll let my fingers do the ''talking...''
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Caliburnus Rises 
beautiful.. 🙂
Thank you, bless you for saying so, My first poem of the day.