Town Full Of Life. Poem by Steven Harris

Looking all around to see a town full of
life
the screams, the laughs and screeches from the
other end of the street
everybody has imbibed
this bohemian life they all lead
work all day
play all night
everybody wearing mini skirts
polo shirts
rings and bracelets
everybody screaming at each other
fights are beginning to happen
and all the old drunks are walking away from
it all
an eccentric apocalypse of human
behaviour
drunk lust from everybody
bleary eyed and staggering through
a damp street
and throwing up pink fruit drinks all over
a bush
hurt feet
aching legs
and the taste for grease
the love, the flavour of letting it all loose
one night a week
and the lonely old whiskey drunk in the door way
of a smelly old pub watches on
wishing he can live of the life the young man that he once
knew
not an old drunk, a whiskey drunk that he is now
worked his socks off to become this sad soul
losing his wife
kids moved away
and now all he is a drunk
hoping that one day he can relive those lost times
those times of singing old sea songs
pushing over the table and spilling out the pub like
wolfs
all apart of history
and now he's the eyes on the street
watching the young crowd continue that
tradition
no regret in his heart
knowing that these kids will one day be the owls
of the road
standing in a doorway wondering and wishing they can
do it all again.