HOME
This is home,
I grew up here.
I'm a native,
A true pioneer.
The homeless taking
Over downtown.
The pervert dressed
Like a clown.
This town is not like
It used to be.
Taking over by Fentanyl
And Poverty.
I drive around,
Everything is strange.
Time ticks on,
The wind of change.
Lovers and friends,
They come and they go.
Some days are high,
Some days are low.
This hometown runs
In my blood.
I stand by it from the
Church to the thug.
I have ventured off,
Always to return.
The battles I have fought,
The lessons I learned.
In all of its glory,
This is where it began.
In all of its glory,
This is where it will end.
Turbo1904?
Copyright © Debbie Middaugh | Year Posted 2024
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