By Parson Thru
Changed a bit ‘round here since I was a kid
Who can afford these houses now?
T-34 SUVs power from driveways
- school run, perhaps, or gym
Neat, modern dimensions lost
among the anti-aesthetic practicality of extensions
New, rosy-red and fresh, these bricks drew a generation from adjacent council estates
in the search for improvement
Mortgages laid before newlyweds and savers
whose parents had escaped the condemned slums
How quickly the benevolently named streets
of social cottages had lost their appeal
Factory wages with paid overtime
brought these walls and lawns within reach
Steady office salaries parked a Morris or Ford on the drive
The estate pub pressed shoulder against shoulder at the bar
Wire fences leaked children between gardens.
The front gardens are overgrown or shingled now
Rear gardens buried by ostentatious footings
where twelve foot burlap encloses and imprisons
Curmudgeonly, I know
A brave new world
But I wonder what happened to all the ordinary folk?