City Centres Poem by David Harris
City Centres
Going to places that we've not been for a while
the changes are sometimes staggering.
Shops come and go like the wind
and faces change just as frequent.
Prices soar, but never fall.
The past disappears from view
and yesterdays are locked in our memories.
Some say let's go abroad
to hear a foreign language.
But then you walk around our city centres
and that is all you hear foreign languages spoken.
So you don't need to go abroad
to enjoy a foreign language,
just go to your own city centre.
24-25 May 2016
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4/22/2024 1:45:19 PM # 1.0.0.1119
The past disappears from view and yesterdays are locked in our memories. Truer words have never been spoken, the past is home to the pleasantness of retrospection and the future is the uncertainty of the vanishing point. Places and people change that's just the nature of life. thought provoking