Lonesome Suburb

I see young families growing old,
See the plot-lines of their lives unfold.

I am a Lonesome suburb.

I see wives in four wheel drives
and question the reasons for their size.

I am a Lonesome suburb.

I see pensioners tending the garden,
passing the time as their arteries harden.

I am a Lonesome suburb.

Beyond the greenbelt you will find me,
you know my kind, for you designed me.

I am a lonesome suburb.

Could I be a suburb anywhere?

I do not know nor do I care,
for all I see of life is here
and one thing to me is very clear.

I am a Lonesome Suburb.

more by LUCAS HOWARD

Photograph by Leeroy