Sonnet: Our Yester-Years Were Best Poem by Dr John Celes

The happier days of yester-years are gone;
With parents live, all children lived in bliss;
But problems new emerged with every dawn;
Now grown-ups miss their parents' love and kiss!

Yet, none can block the ticking clock's progress;
Some things must happen which no one can stop;
Our childhood days, God graciously did bless;
Sans parent's help, most children's plans can flop!

But what goes wrong when children turn adults?
Differences crop among opinions born;
Sometimes the talks appear like fresh insults;
The dawn is less enchanting every morn!

If only time-machines were real, then,
Mankind can live on earth as if heaven!

Copyright by Dr John Celes 27-10-2021