Jan Oskar Hansen Poet Ballad

As Time Goes By

As time goes by 

In our town there were many small shops, one selling 
buttons the other socks; and a hardware store should 
you need a hammer and nails to hang up a picture of 
your mother -in- law, in the living room.

There was also a shop selling scarves, another selling 
ladies hats, and a third one, quite posh, selling suits and 
ties. I mustn’t forget the shoe shop, leather footwear 
black or brown and white tennis shoes.

In our street of trade most shops have shut, those still
open are run by the Orientals where you can buy all 
you need for a very small price. If your shoes wear out, 
no point going to the old cobbler, buy Chinese instead.  

Red lanterns sway in the fiscal breeze of decline where
wistfulness has no price tag. But you must remember 
this, a shop is just a shop, yet, for us sentimental fools,
are remembered as a sweet memory of times gone by,

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