An Internet Park

Summer days out on the park, Playing out till nearly dark. On the swings or climbing trees, Building dens, or friends to tease. How our childhood days were spent, It all seems now so innocent. Times now past, it's ipads on, No games outside, The dens have gone. Their park is now a tiny screen, This is where their friends are seen, A virtual world, sat on their bed An internet park, inside their head. No playing out, no games to play Sat on the web, day after day. Imagination, where has it gone They'd rather have the ipad on.