Lonely Town

I know a place called Lonely Town

It’s got a pub and a resident clown

It has no lights that go on at night

It just gives up, without a fight

It has no hope, no belief

It can’t forgive, this town of grief

Lonely Town, need to get away

Outstayed my welcome, don’t want to stay

Time to forgive, time to hope

Time to cut this binding rope

I’ll pack my bags, won’t back down

No backward glance, I’ll leave this town

Once, you served me well

Like sadists often do

But now, Lonely Town, I’m moving on

To pastures green and new.

6 thoughts on “Lonely Town”

    1. Thank you Judy. I wrote this in our improvisation session in my local writers group. On the spot writing still terrifies me but I’m getting a bit more used to it, I find it definately encourages spontaneity!

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