Half empty people

In a half empty town

Half way through the week.

 

Pointless meanderings

Around a dying town centre

Wasting time between dole visits.

 

Soulless eyes,

Like empty windows,

Peer into closed shops.

 

The shops are empty

But the pubs, like the job centre,

Are full.

 

Grey buildings

On a summer’s day

In a dying town.

 

Only the flower baskets saved the day