When We Were Free

Tanya Wallace on Jun 3, 2009

A poem about technology and how it is unending, changing things.

Bikes and skates
Boardgames and books
Skipping ropes and jacks
Fishing rods and hooks

The good old days
When it was safe to let children roam
Now uneasy eyes watching
Even when at home

Nitendos and playstations
High tech digital gaming
Little zoned out zombies
It’s so easy to do the blaming

No time for real things
Can’t go outdoors
Can’t go climb trees
There’s so very few left anymore

Its too boring
To read a book
Unless its got pictures
They wont even look

Kneeling at the alter
Of the internet
Worshipping gods
They have not yet met

Talking for hours
On their mobile phones
Stacked up payments
With all those loans

There’s no turning back
Technology won’t cease to be
Like in the good old days
When we were free

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ken bultman on Jun 3, 2009
I tried to hit the LIKE button twice. That’s a fine poem…hit the nail right on the head. Of course. I lived the good old days. How’d you find out about them?
Doug Oldfield on Jun 5, 2009
Very nice imagery. You pointed a poetic finger at what is wrong with today’s society.
dmccusker11 on Jun 15, 2009
great write..i really enjoyed it!

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