Gone are the days I'd say of needing it all right in one place.
For now consumers are spoilt for choice and life has taken such a fast pace
Milliners, weavers, garment makers all once flocked.
to great retail institutions to share their stock.
today one can still find everything to their hearts content.
but why go instore when there is online instead?
Cheaper alternatives and mass production.
Are leading to the department stores slow destruction.
As their floors lay sad and empty of patrons.
The grandeur that once existed now seems superfluous in our modern nations.
Yet I do hold out hope for the future of the stores of old.
With their stair wells laden in brass and gold
We come out of our lockdown shells and ready to spend.
I'd say things are perhaps on the mend?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem