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)
- Published: July 28th, 2023 01:05
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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.
They are Brilliant on screen but on the street
A bit of a worry
Many thanks Bobby
You just brought some childhood memories back to me dear Peto. Wonderful imagery. 💖
Thank you Teddy
Glad to jog a memory or two
Much obliged
The good old days....when children were actually....well, children. It's not the same anymore. Beautifully written!
Cheers LIZ
I also believe there is a massive change
For the better??
Time will tell I suppose
Thank you
I sure hope for the better!!! Cheers to you!!!
Wow, a really deep write, I felt it in my bones. Thanks for always keeping me on my toes!
thank for allowing me to keep you on your toes Christina
Extremely grateful
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!
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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