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.