village life [short story] FROM 2007 you may of missed this one

Look see the old lady as she walks the narrow path along the village street,
As the cars go rushing by , thirty miles an hour it reads on the sign
The wild life lays dead at the kerb side, proof that no-one reads the sign,
All her life she watched the village change, many friends have passed away
Her cottage down by the stream is falling into disrepair ,she has nowhere
Else to go, her husband lays in the churchyard here .
The planners came to see her, would you sell some land we like to build
A house or two next door to you , the plans she did see very nice they looked too
And the builders would do some repairs for you.

The deal was done the moneys in the bank , the builders move in.
On returning from the church, machinery is ripping the garden to shreds
She shouts and cries all at the same time but no-one hears above the noise
Flowerbeds and boundary fence the old apple tree comes crashing down,
With no concern for her distress, the builder explains that she sign all
This away I’ll show you the plans to her horror she reads twenty two
houses and all next door to me.

The dream cottage down by the stream is now for sale , the repairs were
not done well and her life became a living hell .
The new home owners did not care for village life as they race around
In fancy cars, the children show no respect for the anyone
And they just pass her by without a word as she lays in the churchyard.