A market town thats lost its lustre?
It happens everywhere these days..
Where shops close down and vagrants cluster,
the underclass will find its way.
Regeneration holds the answer?
Pumping cash through bloodless veins.
The streets abashed with social cancer
and homelessness it’s added pain.
A tortured soul of wondrous struggle?
In happenstance it’s held it’s own.
The river sheds its blood as troubled
seeds beneath its soil are sown.