Am I Searching For Utopia
Arriving on this earth just after the war
Never seeing the images my parents saw
Food was still rationed or so I was told
When to see a banana was like striking gold
Today we demand food whenever we want it
Ignoring the air miles, pile food in our basket
Wistfully visiting childhood back then
our life was simpler, as time and time again
we looked after each other; gave support in times of need
our neighbourhood, those halcyon days, a community indeed
Tight knit communities forever they have gone
Neighbours keeping to themselves if ever things go wrong
Often never speaking to the family next door
Greetings now an occasional nod; not caring anymore
Most folk appeared much happier in simpler times back then
They now care less for others; life seems to be all about them
If only they’d embrace the more important things in life
Like kindness, caring and sharing, instead of materialism and strife
Am I searching for Utopia evoking my childhood imaginings
A perfect world cannot exist, for a reality check gives me rude awakenings
Written 24th January 2019
Late January 2019
Brian Strand
1st place
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