Poems — Words Through My Eyes

An Ode to a Slowly Dying Seaside Town…

The town is slowly dying
Shutters are coming down on all the stores
And those that are open have clearance sales
The town is slowly dying
The beach is empty
Once where people laid and sunbathed
Now only seagulls strut and parade
The town is slowly dying
The cycle of life in a seaside town
Is short, four months a year
Of funfairs, carnivals, and crowded restaurants
and then like a beautiful flower
The leaves turn brown and start to die
The town is slowly dying
Next year the cycle will start again
Rebirth Life and then, and then the town will die again…

Robert McAngus 20–09–2016