I'am sitting on my thinking chair
Knowing things have changed so fast
Thinking of times scratching my hair
Has technology over taken us at last
The personal touch has since long gone
Shopping was a treat now just a chore
Once greeted with a smile at the till
All you hear now is ding, ding next please
The games we played were full of fun
Our technology was a can for a ball
Our mobile was 2cans with a string
You used your brain to think up games
We played glassy allies at the kerb side
We played hopscotch/picky on the road
We played runaway knock for a chase
Cowboys and Indians in the fields
The boys went fishing with their dad
While the girls played with dolls
At the end of the day we sat down to eat
Each recalling what happened that day
The laughter and fun at the table
Was there for everyone to share
Sadly those times we will see no more
Technology good or bad has seen to that
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