Different Times Poem by Elena Sandu

Do you remember?
Those times
When we would know nothing
about being a tax payer?
We saved the entire week
money for a coke
And if two pennies haven't got
When each of us was broke
We would turn all our pockets
Inside out only to buy
The cheapest bottle
Of watered orange,
lemonade or lime.
The bottle would make
Only twice the round
Would be two sips for everyone
But done with such fairness,
Fuss and laughs
That when pure nakedness
Reached the bottle's bottom
We were all, perfectly satisfied.
No thirst no sorrow and not one to nag!
With happiness filled, then we'd hit the street
We could not walk, but dance or even skip!

... Same place. Different times...

The tables way smaller than then(*_-) .
Cute gray mixed with black hair man
Drinking his coke alone
Keeps busy buttoning his phone.
A girl with a very short skirt
On the near table
Would drink her coffee in a hurry
Trying to ignore the stare
Of a sitting opposite young lad.
A lady reading a Prada magazine
Sharing an eye to the coughing child
Who is almost finishing his drink
With a pink straw and too much ice.
The young couple keeps quiet
they're checking, writing
e-mails on their fancy Mac.
No other people.
No laughs nor talks.
Everyone seemed to be half dead
or half alive? !
or maybe only deathly bored...

...Sad change of times
I wonder now:
What keeps us being tight
serious and lonely my dear folks?
What
is
not
right?