For several years the street seemed old,
The tired shopfronts never changed.
They clung nostalgic to a time
Of paint and flowers, songs and life.
The woman in the orange dress
Has sold her paintings since things changed.
Back then she couldn’t paint enough,
But now her days just pass her by.
The men – the three who barely move –
Observe the street and how it’s changed.
They raise their cups to passing girls:
They judge and drink but rarely speak
Today is sunny, tomorrow rains,
The street’s the same, the street has changed.