Why is it when we ponder, of past times we get fonder?
We remember the day life when was all play-
Through forests and fields we would wander.
It was fun going off on a train, no matter if sun or if rain
We could draw, we could read, we had all we could need
We didn’t seek riches or fame.
There was plenty of work for us all. We were proud, as a country, stood tall
But time sowed a seed of enveloping greed
And technology held us in thrall.
They tell us that knowledge is power. that computers will help nations flower
But with fighting and war the death tolls still soar
We witness their lies by the hour.
Do the children born now feel the same? Is living, for them, still a game?
Or has it all changed, is the world rearranged
And if so – who is it to blame?
( Taken from the anthology ” Honey and Humbug” which I produced with three others. Now out of print)