The age that was

Looking back as I set tracks

In the multi store, with clothes galore

Had only realised

To my demise

Of the age that was

Feeling guilty because

The young looked so tiny

Innocent and firy

Against my old skin

Tattered and worn thin

Still kept together

Amidst the bitter weather

I have no quarms

Watching them link arms

Waiting in a queue

My testing is dew

A chitter and a chatter

To see which one is better

Looking around once more

At this brand new store

What a difference it had made

within this city unscathed

I came out with my goods intact

And that, my friend is the end of that

I don’t think I would be back in a hurry

It was too much of a scurry

I had a great day

It’s been a pleasure anyway

Will come back

Tha’s a fact


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