My Old Town
When I looked round my old town
Of home there was no trace;
The houses had been rolled down
And new flats filled the space.
I visited the green park
Where innocence I'd known
But now it lacked the old spark,
My childhood dreams had flown.
Some youths came from the tavern
Who sneered at me and swore,
Now inn had turned to cavern,
A friendly pub no more.
How sad to be a stranger
No longer understood,
Worn out by crime and danger,
Most locals left for good.
A neighbour's door stayed bolted
Until she heard my voice,
I didn’t feel insulted,
For she had little choice.
Respect was cheaply squandered
And fear had won the day,
On my old town I pondered
Then swiftly walked away.
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When I looked round my old town
Of home there was no trace;
The houses had been rolled down
And new flats filled the space.
I visited the green park
Where innocence I'd known
But now it lacked the old spark,
My childhood dreams had flown.
Some youths came from the tavern
Who sneered at me and swore,
Now inn had turned to cavern,
A friendly pub no more.
How sad to be a stranger
No longer understood,
Worn out by crime and danger,
Most locals left for good.
A neighbour's door stayed bolted
Until she heard my voice,
I didn’t feel insulted,
For she had little choice.
Respect was cheaply squandered
And fear had won the day,
On my old town I pondered
Then swiftly walked away.
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I love it. You should give it a title.