Hello Pam, sorry if I sounded a bit abrupt. The 'shiny car' stanza and the final stanza I felt hindered the delivery of the end...the folorness of the end,
'the dead end' sadness of how we treat others...the spaces we invade and the spaces (emotional and psychological) we deny to others. So if you ended on 'we pass amongst them faceless and ignored' it seems to me that that facelesness and how we ignore it is the perfect stoppoing point. To go on either repeats something you've already said or branches off into another (although of course linked) subject. But I liked it very much.
best wishes William Bibby

Hello, William

What d'you think of:

Dead shoes, crunched clothes, a bike with broken gears..

Only the old, the dispossessed, the mad,
Poets and the incorrigibly poor
Creep out now to reclaim what space they had
For a few blazing weeks this time last year.
But now come landlords in their four by fours,
Painters and pointers, gardeners with chain saws,
And next year's punters with their mums and dads,
Looking about for trendy Georgian pads -
We pass among them, faceless and ignored.

MMmm gives a different slant all right. You weren't at all abrupt, by the way. All suggestions gratefully received!

Pam

Pam, It is just me, nothing is final....but this seems to me to hit hardest..it's also slightly difficult to grasp and I like that also because it allows the ATMOSPHERE to emerge more strongly.  Best  William