The high street is diminishing, in front of our eyes.
Even Thorntons, the chocolate chain, is decreasing in size.
Habitat is going, and T J Hughes follows;
Will there be any shops left on the high street tomorrow?
Our two most precious commodities are money and time
And I say to my shame, I shop predominantly online.
I rarely visit the high street, but will be sad if it dies.
Something must be done; we need a valid compromise.
What would tempt me to the high street? I really do not know
But if it carries on like this, there will be nowhere left to go.
Britain’s bustling high streets once were vibrant and alive;
We’d better all revisit and give it some chance to survive!
If only for the Christmas shop, which I consider a treat;
The smell of winter in the air, and lights sparkling in the street.
Now on that note, I’d like to say, as Christmas is drawing near
How would you save the high street? Mary Portas needs your ideas!
High Street In Crisis is a poem © Ms Moem 2011 and may only be reproduced with the express permission of Ms Moem. Please do feel free to contact me!