Changing Times - Poem by Angela Wybrow
Numerous High Street names
Are going to the wall;
Soon, there'll be nothing left:
Not a single trace at all.
Some of them had traded
For over a hundred years,
But, hit by the recession,
It all ended in tears.
Walking down the High Street,
You're very likely to find
Numerous empty shops,
Which victims left behind.
It isn't a surprise to find
Three empty shops in a row;
The number of empty shops
Will continue to grow and grow.
Names, which we grew up with,
Now no longer exist;
Shops we considered eternal,
By us, are sadly missed.
If we could turn back time,
And bring back the shops of old,
Maybe our towns' High Streets
Wouldn't look so ghostly and cold.
I never thought I'd see the day
When big names shops closed down.
I guess I just took for granted
That they'd always be around.
There may well come a day
When everyone shops online;
Who knows what the future holds
In these changing times.
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