This Old Town - Poem by maria goodison
Coming back to this old town and thinking
like i do.
It's been a long time going down this
I don't remember where the post office is and
when or how that swimming pool shut down.
I'm looking down the street that i once to know
and play with my friends and i can not seam to
find the Eco that it left with me.
I'm starting to think it was just a dream me living
here at all.
It's been far to long since i came to this old town
and I've lost my sense of direction.
'Oh' dear me the pub not there i spent long hour
in that pub.
They change the road to just one way 'Oops how do
i get out of here'
It's been to long and now i have kids of my own and
i work two jobs to make ends meat.
I drive an old banger for a car and the cat lost his
tail last week.
It just don't seam right coming back to this old town
after all that i have seen.
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