Sitting. looking out a window
sipping on a coffee
looking around at the every day
difference that is occurring
to the surroundings that I live
Sipping away, I look out this shops window
to the every busy, hectic bus depot
in front of a small, strip mall
activity in front is always on the run
kids from nearby streets looking for a quick lunch
and adults mulling around while on break
No one seems to see the pony tailed elder
that is trying to look twenty years younger
in clothes and attitude
surrounded by the kids he is trying to be
who he is cannot be anymore obvious
the streets supplier giving orders on distribution
The little runners go their separate ways
a couple walk by an officer guarding their area
tomorrow’s leaders catcall names
and actually give the authorities the foul sign
I cannot believe what my eyes are seeing
the sinister laughter coming out of them
as they ran full flight from the officers
sipping away on my coffee
I can only shake my head
the kids did not seem to care
if they were caught with their cargo
our future makes me shutter
Those are just a couple of frightening
sights that are seen from my seat
so different now than when I was younger
used to walk around here all the time
feeling safe, unlike now
where everything seems to be falling part
the once regal brick buildings are decaying
all closed down though they were once
flourishing shops that did not stop
Seems with time these downtown streets
are breaking apart all over
no one cares about the end
or respects the present or past
We are just being pedestrians
kicking a crumbling sidewalk
adding to the dirt here
in the now Downtown Streets
April 12, 2014
Andrew Scott – Just a Maritime Boy 2014
The perils of hate are starting to leak
through the frail stitched seams,
bringing the flames of Hatetown.
Years of understanding and tolerance
are falling by the waste side
as the ignorant anger builds
from the frustrated minds of the people.
Open doors of friendship are closing
to the faces of people.
Trust being taken away
by crimes outside of this town.
Nooses are hanging
from the conviction trees
that were once the symbols
of a fresh new life.
Roots have been burned.
Silent tension has overcast.
Bleeding eyes have replaced
the open, cam hearts.
They have been burned away
in the flames of Hatetown.
January 1, 2017
© Andrew Scott - Just a Maritime Boy 2017