The Hungry Years
By mcscraic
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The Hungry Years - By Paul McCann
So many alleyways so many streets ,
so many places , no one ever eats .
Corner shop cafes , coffee and sweet treats.
The cost of living ; many empty seats .
Suffering silence , no one ever speaks .
Takeaway food that no one ever keeps .
Here in a place , where days turn into weeks ,
tears for all the years , where nobody weeps .
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Near where I live a man would
Near where I live a man would look through the bins in the street for something to eat every morning.
Covid came along so we weren't allowed out. For a few months nobody looked in the bins.
Now we're 'back to normal' there are four or five people looking in those same bins for food every morning.
A great poem!
Good on you.
Turlough
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