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Tuesday, 5 May 2015

Oh, Deal, why do I not love you.

Oh, Deal, why do I not love you.

I am falling out of love for my town,
Things that have happened,
And things that I do,
Are making me feel down.

I see despair every way I look,
Finding it hard to summon feelings,
In the good that is there,
This is my town and my life it has took.

A creeper we had,
And from us they stole,
A dog we had,
Losing her has taken its toll.

Parents growing old,
And their suffering I see,
Their worry is mine,
Affecting deep in me.

Oh, Deal, why do I not love you,
Born here and lived here,
I now want to go,
Somewhere very different in miles from here.

New housing new people,
Roads clogged with cars,
Weeds in the gutters,
And litter on the streets.

Bins overflowing,
Emptied so so,
Ragged pets running loose,
And leaving their do.

In business I am,
But many their are,
All plying for the same custom,
A worry to survive.

Oh, Deal, why do I not love you,
Born here and lived here,
I now want to go,
Somewhere very different in miles from here.

Kids in and out,
Their rudeness,
Reluctance to help in and around,
Our home our house.

No money,
Few friends,
A dear loving wife,
Two kids and debt,
Consuming my life.

I need to shout,
Find a way to cope,
At the moment I see,
No sign or light or hope.

Oh, Deal, why do I not love you,
Born here and lived here,
I now want to go,
Somewhere very different in miles from here.