We, who entered childhood in the late 1930’s, received a healthy, controlled diet, growing up in clean streets enjoying simple homemade pleasures. Today, we eat more than our stomachs can digest and buy all our pleasures and then throw them away.
We are travelling faster than our guardian angels can fly. We are ghosting our towns as we shop in our chairs.
Our police are armed soldiers; our soldiers are peacekeepers.
We no longer sing; we shout and scream. We no longer talk; we no longer walk. We talk with our fingers, our heads bending low as we go on our way in silent communication.
We are splitting our nation and weakening our strength. We fiddle, like Nero, as the world falls apart. We are slow to respond to the speed of change.
These are some of my observations on today’s world which prompted me to put pen to paper and write the group of poems laid out in my book Poems by an Old Codger.
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