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’Will the market be gone’’?


’Will the market be gone’’?



Under the town hall clock people meet



Through the crowds and milling feet



In all weathers, through the rain and the shine



Don’t remember when it showed the right time



High above the market so tall



Sticking out from that yonder wall



Its Hands have stood still for many a year



Caused possible by, broken wire or gear



I sat on a bench in the market place



Looked to the clock, there’s an empty space



Change will come to these surrounds



At a cost of some million pounds



New planters suggested with money that’s spent



Whilst some folk remember the old ones unkempt



New paths to go in or so says the blurb



A step back in time, a trip up the kerb



Relocate the stalls for the work to go on



Then before we all know it, ‘’Will the market be gone’’?


David Killelay