Pudsey Market Place Poem by Dave Alan Walker
Pudsey Market Place
How I love the memories
of old Pudsey Town
I used to love market day
Saturday was the best
I used to buy
records and sheet music
sometimes even a tie
Now it's like a ghost town
walking through the market
torn to pieces all it's character gone
nothingness amplified
like seashells without sand
Shame on the powers that be
for making it like this
Everything changes with the time...Beautiful write. Loved reading it.
The changing nature of society is found everywhere as austerity tightens all our belts. Only pay day loan company's seem to make money now.
change is the abhorrence by nature, ability not to change is inertia we always go for change this is the mixed pickle and tasty one thank u
one of my favorite places became with time also. If it was for the better...... When I go there I feel like crying
markets move on now we go to the malls in my country nice write
A thriving market place turned into a ghost town. Sheer neglect and shift of industries and jobs makes this happen. It is always related to poor planning by town. Nice poem.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/25/2024 5:40:41 PM # 1.0.0.1119
nothingness amplified like seashells without sand there never could be a stronger imagery for describing a ghost town! kudos, Dave.