Past Times

Oh those times of pounds and pence

Uncluttered minds of innocence

Where money never grew on trees

Lullabies on mother’s knees.

When tv was in black and white

Children played ‘till evening light

Rolling meadows, climbing trees

Scarring, bleeding, elbows, knees

Patience past it’s sell by date

No time now to stop and wait

Life played out on the internet

Robots rule to my regret.

J.Poet7@wordverse.me