As the morning sunlight brightly shone br Through the window of the corner shop, br It lit the rows of pop bottles br That stood upon the shelves. br br Their coloured rays made patterns br As they streaked across those salmon tiles, br Some cracked and worn yet all were stained br By footmarks of the past. br br The wall was stacked with magazines br Some bent and creased and out of place, br And lined the narrow pathway br To the counter straight ahead. br br Where stood the lonely shopkeeper br Behind those tiers of chocolate bars, br Who leaned against the cigarettes br And stared unto the door. br br As he waited for that bell to ring br To break the silence of the morn, br Then greet the same old faces br And to pass the time of day.