On my way back
From School
Every Day
I passed by his Shop
Scanned all magazines that greeted the eye
Not only the ones that I was allowed to take
Comics and maybe a Sport star
If I had asked for ‘Detective’ or ‘Filmfare’
It would meet with a steely ‘No.’
Upset by the refusal
I would often wonder
Why is he killing his business?
What does he lose by selling
What I had asked for?
Three decades later
I recall him with much admiration
On a recent trip I found his shop has vanished
I wonder where he has gone
I wonder whether he would even hand me the newspaper now
If I had been a fourteen year lad
How would he have reacted?
Now that my eight year old son gets a daily dose of liberal content from the media
Dylan rightly crooned The Times they’re a changing
And maybe with it a lot that was once good is changing too
