Small Town

Where are you going to work in my small town Is this where you want to put your roots down? All the factories and the plants are now all gone They have slowly and sadly all moved on. The youths are now all moving away They are looking for bigger cities to live with better pay, They are no good paying jobs with benefits around here So, to the bigger cities they all steer. There are few or any union jobs left in my city And that is just a shame and a pity, So, I wonder about our children in our high school What I wonder for work will be there tool. Will they need a diploma to go to work Maybe at a fast food restaurant where free food is the perk Maybe they'll try to be a doctor or a nurse Or maybe a lawyer who chases a hearse. In my small town we have the homeless and the needy And druggies selling drugs to help the soulless and the greedy, And we have beggars here nearly on every street corner And we have racists who hates the poor and the foreigner. We will always support our High-school sport's team Where in our soul they will forever gleam, And we know all our neighbors by their first name And that is where I met and married my first true flame. I still enjoy to visit our local park Where I enjoy its beauty in the daytime and also in the dark, And many times while alone I feed the fish in the pond Same place where many of my dreams had been spawned. People are still leaving this small town where I reside My city where I live where I still have hope and pride, Where I dine and where I shop the town either up or down This is my small town. Randy L. McClave