The Old Town Poem by David Harris

The old town looks the same,
but it is different in some ways.
More and more it becomes noticeable.
Some of the discipline has gone
and the respect has disappeared.
Appearances have changed
as the old have faded away.
The ideas that conceived it
have faded from view,
even the simple fun we had
has now long gone.
The buildings look the same,
but characters change all the time.
Kids run wild
where they were controlled at one time.
The care in its making
has almost vanished
and I wonder how much longer
it will be allowed to go on,
only the future knows.


10 August 2014