Just the body of another idea here. As always any feedback much appreciated.
Kent Station
Out beyond that great wall
By that sad little playground
And all those scratched up children
And all those tracksuited women
Down by the train station, after the tunnel
Just up o’er that ledge above the sign
And all those scrapped up dinners
And all those clapped up sinners
They’re there, drinking from stolen cans
Scratching out little betting slips
And all those lonely babies
And all those maybe, maybe’s
Corner shop lottery ticket please
John Player blues and a gossip magazine
And all those shot up brothers
And all those sobbing mothers
Glaring, burning eyes at those strange faces
Clapped out bangers and boy racers
And all those losing faith
And all those chasing hate
Social welfare queues in the morning
Pubs packed out in the evening
And all those loving Cowell more
And all those heading for door.
__________________
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.
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