Lonely Mirror Ball. Poem by Simon Gowen

The dining room lies empty, all the workers unemployed
And broken windows dot this sorry site.
Security patrol the grounds, but no one is around
And the mirror ball spins lonely ev'ry night

It hangs there from the ceiling, turning slowly on its own
Just waiting for a light to fill the room
But there's no one around no more the industry is gone
The factory's now a place of doom and gloom.

At night the lonely mirror ball is such a sorry sight
It's witnessed days of laughter, days of fun
But sadly now the room is filled with emptiness and dust
And it's days of spinning magic now are spun

So if you pass the dining room please stop and shine a light
There's a mirror ball just crying out to you
And think of all the functions and the dances that have past
And let the mirror ball do what it longs to do.