Poem: Our High Street Shops Are Gone.
The Shops On Our High Street Have Gone
I look along our street these days and shake my head in wonder, the shops are gone, the lights are gone and lives are split asunder. The Big Shop came just down the road, the people went to try it, the shops now on our street are closed and they cannot deny it.
First the yellow lines appeared and so there was no parking, the Big Shop sold the things they did and yes, they offered parking. The Butcher, the Baker, the Candlestick maker, the Jeweller, the Cobbler, the Florist, all gone from our street, no friends left to meet, the Big Shop well that's open longer.
I don't worry for I'm in no hurry, business is good here for me. My shop's on the corner, ten years on this corner. I'm the Undertaker you see.
© 2013 Graham Lee