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Birth of the Low Street
The pub is shut for good
the cinema and the Post Office
closed down
the off-licence struggles
and with barely a whimper
FW Woolworth gave up the ghost
after all those years
The big four supermarkets
rub their hands
preparing to go automatic
at the tills
and leering volunteers
grasp their moment
of charity shop glory
Online shopping booms
while board up men cash in
and between the pound shops
taggers skulk
then leave their mark overnight
The High Street is dead
High Street rest in peace
All hail the birth
of the Low Street
Published 26th Feb 2010
| Edited 26th Mar 2016
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Anonymous
26th Feb 2010 11:09am
This is an attractive poem, which paints a grey view of our economic and social downturn.
Well written, with a great final stanza.
Steven
Well written, with a great final stanza.
Steven
26th Feb 2010 12:13pm
It's a depressing picture alright. It wont be long before we're all forced to drive miles to stores out of town like in the States. Thanks for the kind feedback, Steven.
Anonymous
27th Feb 2010 3:40am
is sliding into a cesspit of plastic chain stores, where faceless machines have replaced the kindly woman who asked you how your mother was whilst sucking a Worther's Original. I'm not usually one for nostalgia, but this piece really made me reflect.
27th Feb 2010 6:37am
The personal touch has long sadly disappeared I'm afraid Jack and soon the tumbleweed will be blowing along our ghost High Streets everywhere. Thank you for your kind feedback.
5th Oct 2012 7:15am
