Sentimentality

Back, back to the joyful wood where once you played at Robin Hood. One-time playground, a beauty spot, is now an Asda parking lot. Back, back to the school bike shed behind which you kissed or smoked instead. You could buy a pack for half a crown. The school's not there; the shed burned down. Back, back to your very first catch, together you were the perfect match. Wonderful days and nights that were hot. Now they are married, with children-a lot! Back back to the car you first drove that set you free to roam and rove. Lovely then, but now you're aware it guzzles gas, pollutes the air. Back, back to the friends you once had. They were young, weird, kooky, and mad; what a gang, you were all wild and crazy. Now we are all old, fat, and lazy. Back, back to the old hairstyle, it was a glorious purple pile. Your mother and father were both appalled. Unfortunately, now, you're primarily bald. Back, back to relive your past, those times you were having a blast. Life was fun; it was all about play. Why did it stop? Can no one say? Sentimentality Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Julia Ward Date wrote: 31st May 2022