The old part of town

By Parson Thru

Sat, 22 Sep 2012
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I look down
in the old part of town
and I see
only age and dirt

The shopping trolley
lies on its side
in the mud
at the foot
of the grey afternoon

I look down
in the old part of town
and I see
only age and dirt

The beggar sits
in the door of the bank
ignored by
the shoppers
counting their cash

I look down
in the old part of town
and I see
only age and dirt

The derelict lies
on the steps of the church
ignored by
the worshippers
saving their souls

I look down
in the old part of town
and I see
only pain and hurt

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Submitted by Highhat on
A desolate scene. The repetition makes this poem very poignant and sad. Well done PT- thanks for the read. ;)Pia

Submitted by Denzella on
Hello Parson, Lovely to meet you on Friday. What a night! I am not as fast at reading as Sooz so I haven't read all your book yet but I am enjoying it very much and like Sooz I will put a donation into ABC when I can work out what to do. The images in this poem one can see in nearly every big city. I have seen derelicts curled up for the night on the steps of a locked church. I can also remember one homeless gent calling after someone 'I only need another quid and I'll have enough to buy my ticket to Florida.' There is always someone ready to say the homeless chap's got a Rolls Royce round the corner. Moya
 

Submitted by Parson Thru on
Hi Pia and Moya. Thank you for reading. Nice of you both to comment and thanks Moya for your comment about the book. Just en route to Somerset, resting at the services. Not wearing my glasses so could be typing anything. Cities seem the same the world over. It's the division and hypocrisy that get to me. Although none of us are immune. That's what the conscience is for I suppose. I remember the local paper in York uncovering a major 'scandal' about a beggar leaving his car at the Park & Ride to commute into town. Burn all beggars then hey?

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