Boardwalks

 I read a story in the news
The Drifters would have hated;
Their “Boardwalk” song appears to be
A little bit outdated.

For boardwalks lately seem to be
No longer made of wood.
They’re substituting concrete
Which can’t be considered good.

A boardwalk is a walk of boards,
At least that’s what it claims.
There surely was a reason when
Some things were given names.

But wood does not last long enough
So as it rots or splits,
The city’s using concrete
Which the government permits.

The joggers hate the way it feels,
The locals miss the smell;
Not many people like the switch,
As far as I can tell.

We’re overwhelmed by concrete
From the sidewalks that abound;
A boardwalk is the one place
Where we’d hope wood would be found.

Alas, another change is made
That really does amaze;
Another reason why we miss
Those charming “good old days.”