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What About These Days

Times change to the present day. No woman would dare knock on doors in districts that are unknown, for rapists are ever-present to satiate their selfish lusts. Gossip is called chatting, with persons completely unknown inside a virtual world called the internet, while children are advised never to divulge their names Today I have put on locks galore on our stout front door, I see to it that it is always safely and robber-proof closed. to strangers or unknown neighbours as lurking paedophiles are oft unknown. Nor are children allowed to roam in parks or meadows or fields for fear of being abducted and lost forever more. All this is now called progress, but friend, forgive me for I still yearn for the good old days when we were worse off when we were born.

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Linda Alice Fowler

Date: 1/31/2023 11:51:00 AM

"...worse off when we were born..." Wow Victor.

Beryl Edmonds

Date: 1/31/2023 9:26:00 AM

Those were the days Victor, yet back in my youth I had a few escapes, thankfully I was never attacked. I remember when I was fourteen years old, walking up the entry to our back gardens, turned the corner into the arms of a stranger who was waiting with his coat open and he wrapped me in it, I was so shocked I couldn’t scream, thankfully he let me go. I still shudder when thinking about it sixty years on… Belle

Charles Messina

Date: 1/26/2023 3:59:00 AM

TV is probably one of the causes for more, killings, rapes, robberies...etc. What has been rated X in years past is now rated PG, some cartoons are no help either. We have lived in a great era, my friend. Just a damn shame what it has turned to. Great write

I Am Anaya

Date: 1/25/2023 1:34:00 PM

The internet is also a life saving device, progress is inevitable, otherwise life wouldn't make any sense. Every generation long for their good ol days whatever they were. Victor, we must protect ourselves, be cautious, but not at the expense of others who are simply trying to live their young lives! We can all relate to your great verse!

Harry Horsman

Date: 1/24/2023 5:17:00 PM

One aspect i have found, so sad, when i was able to walk around the park close to where i live, the inability to say a simple, 'hello' to a child if and on passing, for fear of being caught up in all that you write of Victor, having said that though, i am a scruffy looking old bugger. But today i'm afraid is today, and yes Victor a sigh for times gone by.

Andrea Dietrich
Date: 1/24/2023 7:47:00 PM

So sad indeed, Harry

Susan Ashley

Date: 1/23/2023 9:19:00 PM

Dear Victor, your potent pen spills with deep insights expressed with poignant emotion. Like you, I yearn for the good old days too, my friend. Brilliant poetry! Warmest wishes.. ~Susan

Bj Legros Kelley

Date: 1/23/2023 8:21:00 PM

Yes Victor. I guess this is worldwide then, and not just here in the US. The whole world has gone mad. I miss the good old days.

Valsa George

Date: 1/23/2023 6:21:00 PM

This is stating blunt truths... Victor. Times have changed so badly. It is not because of our inability to cope with changes, but because modern times pose alarming threats. Like you, I too long for the old times when facilities were much less, but safety and contentment were so much more.

Speaks Volumes

Date: 1/23/2023 3:51:00 PM

Your poem is so true Victor, l miss the days when children could play in the street and be out of sight for a little while with no fear of harm coming to them. But also agree with David that a lot of horrible things were gong on back then, that were hidden from sight and it wasn't safe at all for a lot of children.

David Kavanagh

Date: 1/23/2023 2:36:00 PM

You know Victor I agree to a certain degree, that in the past neighbourhoods, and property seemed a lot safer in general, even though we were worse off, I’m from Ireland myself, and only recently have we learned of all the paedophile predators that were endemic in our various religious institutions around this country, from about 1940-1990, who acted with absolute impunity and beyond the reach of the law, sorry to digress, but I do agree with you it’s a dark tech driven world we live in now, cheers David

Andrea Dietrich

Date: 1/23/2023 2:20:00 PM

WELL done. I yearn for the good old days too, my friend.

Kim Rodrigues

Date: 1/23/2023 11:49:00 AM

It is terribly sad! We could play and be gone most of the day without our parents worrying. For my kids, I wanted a phone call if they were just going down the street. Just felt necessary.

Evelyn Judy Buehler

Date: 1/23/2023 11:02:00 AM

It's sad the way times have changed. Sure, we've made technological and other advancements, but at what cost? A great poem, Victor.

Eve Roper

Date: 1/23/2023 9:26:00 AM

I am one of those parent and parent that would have been pleased to lock them up so they wouldn't get hurt. But, we of course can not they have to make the right choices to do the right thing and pray that their guardian-angels are with them.

Joe Dimino

Date: 1/23/2023 9:13:00 AM

Excellent write! To the point, expressing profound thought and truth. I remember, as a child, couldn't have been more than six or seven, only seeing my home for lunch, off playing at ball-field, vacant lots -- never once had fear or worry. If my parents did, when I got home, they never showed it...realizing perhaps, it was necessary to grow independent. Now independence must be weighed against increasing dangers.

Sara Kendrick

Date: 1/23/2023 6:27:00 AM

There has always been evil or evil humans but there are so many more now than when I was a child. I was always very guarded about my children when they were young. Now a parent has to be like a helicopter even with teenagers and on into early adulthood. Thanks for sharing and for dropping by my page. The form I used is called Tricube. I have opened a contest for the contestants to use that form. Check it out. Sara

Vijay Pandit

Date: 1/23/2023 5:50:00 AM

A thoughtful commentary on things as they are--reminiscing in the good old days of yore. True to real life, Victor. Well done.

Sotto Poet

Date: 1/23/2023 5:41:00 AM

Great poem, Victor. Time is passing in an adverse direction, our sense of security is dwindling, and there is little to no trust between us. There is a lack of familiarity between neighbors, so they may not help one other in an emergency situation. Even while modern methods of communication make it possible to keep in touch with individuals all over the globe, we almost never have somebody with whom to actually share our thoughts and feelings. A fave for me

Mystic Rose Rose

Date: 1/23/2023 3:41:00 AM

I long for the days when the front door could be kept open lol, I knew a lady in the 1960 who did just that, she would have an altar in her house and people dropped in to pray, until the day she died she refused to shut it lol we can no longer afford that kind of faith Victor, how sad, thanks for the write, :)

Elizabeth Mccann

Date: 1/23/2023 3:13:00 AM

Oh yes, Victor! When I was five, I walked a mile to the local school all alone along a country road and was never afraid. I went to the lake to swim by myself and rode my pony into the woods. So, of course, I'm very old! Elizabeth

Anne-Lise Andresen

Date: 1/23/2023 2:22:00 AM

Time is changing in a negative direction...we have no trust in each other...we do not know our nearest neighbor...no one knocks on the door of kindness....we live in solitude...even though we can reach the whole world through technology ... sad !!! - A poem of truth... great writing, Victor - Have a lovely day :) - hugs

Deb M

Date: 1/23/2023 1:33:00 AM

Interesting and Very thought provoking Victor! Debx