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Old Mill Town

When The Money Costs Too Much

By Misty RaePublished 3 years ago 1 min read
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They trudge around slowly,

Coughing, hacking, snuffing,

Their weary bodies aching,

Betraying their chronological age.

Faces lined deeply,

Waxen and somehow off-colour.

Eyes glossy, dull and vacant,

Dutifully going about the mundane,

Unaware.

The promise of good, easy money

Has taken so much

And given so little.

Their world shrinking,

Every generation, smaller,

Hopes and dreams silently quashed,

Inch by inch, without notice

Until the only dream worth having

Is “getting your name in”.

If it’s good enough for Daddy,

It’s plenty good for me,

If it’s still here,

There’s been talk,

Fingers crossed.

Such is life in an old mill town.

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Misty Rae

Retired legal eagle, nature love, wife, mother of boys and cats, chef, and trying to learn to play the guitar. I play with paint and words. Living my "middle years" like a teenager and loving every second of it!

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