As the tears are rolling, down my face
Look back to the time, of another race
Of a humanity so based, on principles
And time has gone, with the disciples
Recall swings I played, as the sun sets
Before MSN my friends, all placed bets
When my Mum and Dad, drank locally
A time when there’s,4 channels on telly
A computer game, on cassette and disc
And didn’t mind taking, a monetary risk
Toy guns meant more to me, than a car
And for polite chats, I needn’t go too far
Just around the corner, after the post box
When useful presents, was packs of socks
I went onto the cinema, without the cost
See how far we’ve come, and so much lost
In this green field, where I played football
Place where no one now, even walks at all
Knew where I lived, and what was around
As mobile phones, had never left the ground
If you had have asked me, about an Ipod
Would have thought, of Dr Who or Tripods
On my birthdays when, my friends arrived
So long before Myspace, had been derived
The most expensive cars, had only 4 gears
Everyday was happy, without modern fears
Making the most of everything, was easy
As there wasn’t too much, to please me
I felt safe, with my next door neighbour
Played music, and a song upon the air
Had to go and buy albums, before MP3
Back into a time, when we felt so free
When marriage vowels, meant something
My favourite activity, was always cycling
Public transport worked, but used my feet
I knew everyone’s name, upon this street
Every message I got was, hand written
Paper, scissor, stone and who got beaten
My Mum once said, I was a late delivery
Sure wasn’t wrong, for what I now see
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