I walk through the town <br />past closed down shops <br />most windows bare, empty <br />the occasional sign <br />closing down sale <br />like words imprinted <br />on the tomb of the town <br />set in the decay <br />looking back I remember <br />there used to be lights <br />a world of choice <br />people hurrying about <br />music, food, books <br />but thats just a memory <br />slowing fading away <br />only to be replaced <br />by retail space for rent<br /><br />Matthew Holloway<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/retail-space-for-rent/
