21st century toy

peto

Saw some children today 

So excited to play 

All the games I had loved as a lad 

 Football headed the sports 

Built some castles and forts 

My heart sank when they all looked so glad 

With a war at it's height 

They all started to fight 

Every face has a look of sheer bliss

As they load up each gun

Battles lost others won

This is far from the childhood I miss 

There was no dirt to see

No skinned elbow or knee 

And not one had a trickle of sweat 

They did not leave the room 

All that "GOAL" and "BOOM BOOM "

Was played out on an old TV set

I guess that's just the way 

That the world turns today 

Let's me know I'm no longer that boy

Who would do it for real

Long before the reveal 

Of this 21st century toy 

  • Author: peto (Offline Offline)
  • Published: July 28th, 2023 01:05
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Comments5

  • Bobby O

    And if they don’t as your words succinctly express the absence of that vigor and freshly invented determination of a tactile sort would leave a portion remiss.

    • peto

      They are Brilliant on screen but on the street
      A bit of a worry
      Many thanks Bobby

    • Teddy.15

      You just brought some childhood memories back to me dear Peto. Wonderful imagery. 💖

      • peto

        Thank you Teddy
        Glad to jog a memory or two
        Much obliged

      • LIZ

        The good old days....when children were actually....well, children. It's not the same anymore. Beautifully written!

        • peto

          Cheers LIZ
          I also believe there is a massive change
          For the better??
          Time will tell I suppose
          Thank you

          • LIZ

            I sure hope for the better!!! Cheers to you!!!

          • Christina8

            Wow, a really deep write, I felt it in my bones. Thanks for always keeping me on my toes!

            • peto

              thank for allowing me to keep you on your toes Christina
              Extremely grateful

            • Bella Shepard

              Dear friend you strike at the heart of remembrance with this one. I lament the loss of imagination in play, and even in toys. Looking back 65 years (guess I've dated myself), we made up our games, and toys did not require batteries, or worse charging. Wonderfully written, and oh so true!

              • peto

                Ah Bella
                Thank you
                A bit of chalk hopscotch
                A rope skipping
                Some stones for 5 stones in Scotland
                Jack's elsewhere
                Truly appreciate this comment



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