The, the

The sky is so patchy
with wanted grey clouds

The light shines so brightly
in this black street tonight

The cars blow their horns
while pedestrians talk

The old ladies gawk
with there canes in one hand

The banks are slowly robbed
by latex laden lads

The taps they are leaking
waiting for handyman Joe

The beer is poured slowly
while punters throw coins

The clocks are ticking
taking away the good times...

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Country/Region: AUS

Comments

lyz

16 years 7 months ago

Hello Stranger

Love it, clever and well written as well as being informative,straight to the point. Excellent. Thats what I like about ur writes. How are you? all good ? Hope so. Missed ur poems, and u.Lol. Glad to see u back. Lots of love from Lyz. XX

Fleur MacDonald

16 years 7 months ago

Darling Lyz

so pleased you liked it, have been good. But just a bit busy and hanging to come back here. Although time is limited with web sites to be built, maybe I'll write about that! lol:)fleur

Seren

16 years 7 months ago

Dearest Fleur

Little meloncholy but always a wonderful read i could picture the streets of sydney at dusk in this one ... I remember living there loved it and I miss the hustle and bustle of the life ... makes me want to visit ;) love and higgest bugs Jayne x x x x

Fleur MacDonald

16 years 7 months ago

Jayneeeeee!!!!

I've missed you, this is from an old work, that I wrote in the 80's and needed to be woken up, glad you saw something in this. Hope you are on the mend and not on the slide love and bigger hugs :)fleur

Seren

16 years 7 months ago

No wonder I could picture it

No wonder I could picture it I lived in sydney for two years in the eighties lol ... and thats probably where the sadness comes from they were good days ;) be nice to go back and visit for just a day and relive it all ... woooooeeeeeee ... lmao you making me remember stuff best left on the forgotten heap of stuff we laugh when we remember and cringe just after pmsl ahhh to be young and brain dead again pmsl !!!! love you huni (((hugs))) I am ok I am riding through the worst of it at the moment me and the bitch having a right old time together so far I am ahead by a hair lol just ;) love and higgest bugs Jayne x x x

weirdelf-test

16 years 7 months ago

Oh fleur

I lived in Sydney since moving there from Dubbo in 1957 and this poem smells of its sad change! Now have a nice, somewhat dusty house in Broke, near Singleton You are a very talented young lady. kind regards, Jean, meow, yip, purr, yowl and perfect body language expresses all