A Village On The Cusp Poem by Francis Duggan

A Village on the cusp as some are known to say
Most of the young when finished school from the place move away
There is little here for to tempt them to stay
To them the Village on the cusp is a place of decay
In the Village on the cusp all does seem very quiet
The Main street though well lit seems deserted at night
The only night life is in the local pub
And the oldies have their odd meeting at the R S L Club
A Village on the cusp though many would not agree
A future here the young people cannot seem to see
They go to big Cities their dreams to pursue
And those who remain only credit are due
And in the Village on the cusp idle gossip is rife
Perhaps they need something to spice up their life.