No!

Where have they gone those days of fun

to be out with the family in the sun

simple times no television families talking

then no fear of monsters stalking

all together each Sunday for dinner and tea

that filled everybody with glee!

 

No expectations or need for material wealth

or trips to the gym for your health

plenty of plain food and that afternoon walk

happy then to simply sit and talk

computer games and smart phones yet to be

both hands and thoughts free!

 

Countryside unspoilt with no motorway blight

or endless buildings to block the sight

any news was not broadcast twenty four seven

holidays not abroad but sunny Devon!

but even then warnings of world destruction

were not broadcast like a film production!

 

Cannot deny it was far from a perfect society

far from that hope of propriety

to me seemed more contained not in your face

life was at a far slower pace

enjoyment was more simple the pressure less

no buzz word then known as stress!

 

But every decade has its ample recollections

filled with countless imperfections

catastrophes that shape the course of history

distressing cases that remain a mystery

so each new dawn we face a fresh blank day

to see if our lives continue to replay!

 

TheFoureyedPoet.

 

 

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Last Journey!

The pretty young teenager got on the bus

on her way to school.

Thinking about the exam she was to take

glad to see her friends.

No bad feelings or thoughts just talking

but somebody was stalking!

 

There was one watching her and brooding

as the vehicle moved.

Stood suddenly lurching forward at the girl

in his hand a knife!

Focussed on his act the weapon pierced skin

shocking events would begin!

 

The driver stopped hearing terrible screams

as the murderer escaped.

Forcing open the doors he then sprinted away

friends and strangers united.

Some paralysed with fear others tried to slow

the pumping blood flow!

 

Paramedics and police  on the scene in minutes

clearing the passengers.

But even with professional help could not save

this precious young life!

One light of a generation had been cruelly taken

everybody was shaken.

 

The suspect was caught an hour later lurking

acting suspiciously nearby.

Apprehended and taken in for interrogation

waiting for more information.

Then declaring he was of unsound mind

not saying if the maniac kind!

 

Those questions that are always being asked

might one day be answered!

 

Dear child rest in peace.

 

The Foureyed Poet.

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