I visited the high street today; I’ve lately been out of touch.
Must be six months I was last here. I don’t get out much.
It was strangely quiet, had I missed something?
A bank holiday; another pandemic; was a storm coming?
An ill wind was a blowing. What is it I’m not knowing?
Windows boarded; homeless sleeping; litter strewn around.
Shops and café’s even banks are quickly closing down.
Nostalgically I remember the BHS and C&A
And dear old Woolworths of the day.
Debenhams and Perkins; and Clarks, could they be next?
But looking back is not too good, it makes one somewhat vexed.
Much has changed after a hundred years, it could not stay the same
Acceptance and positivity is now the way, not anger or to blame.
Higher rents and internet, mental health and busy lives.
Economy and precious time, along with working wives.
It’s difficult for us who still remember, wanting the familiar to be back
But the young today need something more…friendship not Prozac.
Towns and Cities must move forward, and work towards preparation
For leisure and community hubs, to care for a newer generation.
I caught the next bus home, convinced it was a sign,
That back at home I’d sit with coffee … and do my shop on-line.

© 2024 Lillian Bradbury