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Unfamiliar
The Village that I used to live
Is now a town, God forgive
And all the little shops now gone,
A reminder of life that has moved on.
The Church, the garden, the pretty stream
Now used for debris or drugs, it seems.
Youths cause havoc, spread misery
Crime is now let off scott~free.
Things aren’t what they used to be,
A corner shop gossip, familiarity.
Giving way to hypermarket sales
Queues of impatient people trails.
Unfamiliar faces, different races
Moving in much faster paces.
In bygone days’ a different place
I no longer wish to embrace.
Some attitudes materialistic!
Must have this, that~what makes them tick?
The serious expressions that they wear
In a society that no longer cares.
I wear my heart on my sleeve
Those early days; I sit and grieve
The town now unfamiliar, so alien
Young generations can be so vain
I long to live what used to be
An equal living for you and me
The friendly neighbour, cup of tea.
Is no longer here unfortunately.
8th February 2005