By Mr J R Mather

Castle Street, Bolton Bricks and mortar, they don't last.

What is now will soon be past.

What has past won't come again.

Let us sing life's old refrain.

In our mind, our memories keep.

When we wake or when we sleep.

Dream our dreams of yesterday,

Dream of children at their play.

A corner shop with brick-bats round,

Filled with produce we had found.

Comic-arts, some broken toys,

All on sale for girls and boys.

Daisy chains, jars full of sand,

Eh by gum! Our shop 'twer grand.

We never had much cash you see,

We made things up, then played for free.

Mr J R Mather

Castle Street, Bolton

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