Poor Town

Highway through a small town,
Cut in half by the freeway.
Dreams never realised,
In shops seen from the road.
Painted signs giving in
to the battle with time.
Like an old patient in a hospital gown,
Not giving up,
Though the end can be seen.

A passenger remarks that the town is “poor”.
Does age equate with poverty?
Do broken dreams mean destitution?

A poor town has no dreams.
A poor town has no families.
None of this is visible from the road.

Lack of imagination,
Lack of insight,
Lack of equality,
Lack of freedom.
This is a poor town.

Such cannot be seen from the windows of a bus or car,
Speeding down the motorway.

Gerald Lee Jordan
Diamond Harbour NZ
15 January 2013