Pension Town

There are not much signs of commerce here i only see decay The shop fronts could do with a paint job the buildings unkempt and gray You only see aged people here this town has had it's day Rusty padlocks on the old factory doors and the youth have gone away. The gray haired man who walked with a cane his movement stiff and slow Said this was a commercial town up to twenty years ago But the seventies brought industrial change and the factories were closed down And the young people have moved elsewhere this is a Pension Town. This now a Pension Town he said his feelings he could not disguise For years i worked in the paper mill he wiped tears from his eyes The padlocks put on the old mill door in nineteen seventy four And all the other factories followed suit and jobs gone forever more. My sons and daughters live elsewhere for them there was nothing here They live and work in distant parts i see them once a year My eldest grandchild a parent now how quick years seem to fly On looking back it doesn't seem long since i was a school boy. boy There's little signs of commerce here this town is in decay Rusty padlocks on the old factory doors and the youth have gone away Two decades back the old man said the last factory closed down And an aged population here this is a Pension Town.