Dens and Swings
I remember dens and swings,
There weren't any techno things.
Outside playing hide and seek
No pc to give a tweak.
Weekends up the river walking
Not permanently on an iphone talking.
No facebook with a hundred likes
Just charging around on our bikes.
The twitter we knew came from birds,
We didn't text, we spoke real words.
Alas such childhoods are long since gone,
No playing out, just logging on.
Copyright © Gary Smith | Year Posted 2016
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