As the tall man

hurried on his way

he mumbled to himself

what he was to say.

He was heading to the bank

with worries on his mind,

things were not looking good

life was unkind.

His buisness almost gone

though he still hangs in

and carries on

he needs the banks OK

to pay the bills everyday.

He never thought after all these years

the buisness his father passed on

would be on its knee's,

he wants to blame those in charge

the government

the bankers

the creditors the bleed.

Inside he is desperate

whats it all about

soon he will close the doors

and that will be it,

gone forever

one hundred years of buisness

suddenly taken over

by impaitient creditors.

The bank say's no

we cannot grant a loan

you need to cease trading

we cannot let the debt grow,

he turns walks away

there is nothing he can say

inside he knew

it was heading this way.

Now the doors are locked

the man has gone

he saw no point

in either carrying on.