Where Are All the Children
I asked myself today ?
Where are all the Children ?
For after all
Have they not broken up for Easter
Or am I sadly mistaken
I seek them here I seek them there
But nowhere are they to be seen
It's like they vanished in a dream
Or have not returned from the Witches Cupboard
And why I ask shoud I be bothered
If all they wish to do is play
On Playstation and X.Boxes
That is surely up to there Mother's
It's the Grass and Tree's
That I feel sorry for
As they have no 1 left to play with
The Park has become a refuse for Dog's to walk on
And Tree's are for hanging leaves
And for passing Birds to Sing on
Thank the Lord for the Internet and Google
As when Nature has been paved over
In the not to distant future
Children can look it up
On a phone on computer screen
When Virtual finally overtakes Reality
Copyright © Christopher Flaherty | Year Posted 2019
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