Poem -
NO LONGER HERE
What once was here I'm afraid isn't here now
The replacement shop doesn't look the same somehow
Part of my youth was in the shop before
Nothing stays the same for this I'm sureÂ
Some people call it progess others call it change
Some adapt to it easily while many find it strange
Buildings I know are just bricks and mortarÂ
A well known fact like taps giving out water
I just wish some things would remain the same
The building remains but goes by a different name
Comments
Hi Kieran. I know how you feel...I hate change sometimes when it means a time has become a bygone time...and nothing feels the same with what the world calls advancements and moving on...sigh....xo ;)