the old town

What is this old town?

Lively in the day of light

Shops open business thriving

The sound of motor vehicles

The voices of many souls

The vagrants will beg at 5 foot way

One man bandaged his leg and stomach

Maybe he should be in hospital

But no he wants to beg

The buses and lorries

The drivers will not give way

They know they have the beasts

Less muscled vehicles have to make way

But pedestrians can stop and decide

They know they have the upper hand

Crossing the traffic of busy road

At the bus station

There will be tired faces

Waiting for the buses to drive away

When the sun is setting down

When the light will disappear until tomorrow

The old town will recoil to its lonely existence

The vibration of the day will be gone

The night most of the shops close down

Leaving the buses to services for its last trip

There is no night entertainment

At one of the back lanes

The drunkards fall asleep

High on cheap beers

The night creeps into them

They will not know

Day or night as they sleep on 5 foot way

What is this old town?

The night web of shadows

From the street lights

The last bus drives away

Leaving the pirate taxis

Picking up the missing pasengers