The Old Corner Shop: - Poem by David Wood
When I was a lad all those years ago
We'd get our shopping from the corner shop,
There were no supermarkets then you know
The pace of life slower, now it's nonstop.
We were served by a little old lady
Who would gather our order while we wait,
I think her name was Mrs O'Grady,
And nothing ever had a sell by date.
She would tot up our order in her head
There were no computers then, or fancy till,
Just a pad and a pencil tipped with lead
We knew she was right when we got the bill.
Her husband delivered the milk each day
He had a horse and cart to do his round,
He'd leave a pint of milk in our doorway
And collect all the empties that he found.
The bottles were all cleaned and used again,
No plastic dumped after only one use
In landfill, that would seem very insane,
And from which there could be no excuse.
But along came the supermarket chain
And we all had to stand in a long queue
We'd walk round the aisles again and again
And we got our Green Shield stamps which was new.
We collected thousands of them each week
The dreaded Green Shield stamp books grew and grew
They became an irritant, something pique,
Gone the old way of life, the life we knew.
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