Mothers Pride

My childhood days I still recall Where there beside our wooden gate I stood and waited for so long Just gazing up the street, Until the baker's van appeared Familiar in its red and white That stopped at almost every house Until the round complete. Old Betty Hardman used to chat To all the friendly people here So glad to share her company And pass the time of day, Upon the doorstep loaf in hand A ray of light to lonely folk But conversation's over now There's nothing left to say. Come rain or shine would always come To bring our daily loaf of bread Those times forever gone alas It's such a desperate shame, As one by one the orders fell Until so few of us remained It wasn't worth the effort and The van no longer came. And now the street is hushed and still With doors remaining firmly closed The supermarket won the fight And killed the Mothers Pride, I pity those who never saw The likes of which shan't come again The happiness of long ago Which now has sadly died.