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