Yesteryear Memories

We played hide and seek Running around the park. And a game called british bulldogs, It really was a lark. Then there was scrumping apples And getting chased off by the man. How we loved knock and run, Oh, how fast we ran. Of course there was footie Sometimes fifteen a side. On tv we watched the flintstones, And laughed until we cried. The sweetshop sold gobstoppers Or maybe a sherbet dab, A shiny stick of liquorice Or an exciting lucky bag. Our parents couldn't get us in, How we loved to play. There just never seemed to be Enough hours in the day. But our kids are technophobes, They think we're dinosaurs. Scoffing at our 'good old days' Thinking we were bores. I despair at the internet, Technology, at a cost Children glued to ipads, A proper childhood lost. I can imagine in the future There's a point our kids will reach, All contact will be online, They'll have lost the power of speech. Fresh air, and playing out Will seem a relic from the past. I fear there's no going back, For the techno die is cast. Entry for It's The End Of The Forms Series - Poetry Contest Sponsored by Broken Wings 5/10/2017