I remember those days! The Foureyed Poet.

The Foureyed Poet

The gentle hum of a summer’s day

memories from when I was young

warm and sunny happy times

when children could roam and play

four seasons were clearly defined

autumn and winter cold so dark

spring and summer hot very bright

when each passing day was pined

news was more joyful not despair

lives for us full of simple fun

happiness a word we all knew

in a society that seemed to care

not an innocent time I am sure

people still suffered just the same

yet  firmer family control was there

a sharp word was the simple cure

respect for adults was still strong

policeman then only had to speak

take you home and tell the parents

no doubt we had done wrong

looking back to those distant days

less complications to scar the mind

better because now it is not the same

now fear and threats from many ways!


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