A poem about children growing up in today's society
When kids were kids it was a time for fun, playing cowboys and Indians with a make believe gun.
To play in the garden and hunt for the fairy dell, but all that's gone and the streets are like hell.
A girl had a doll that she walked in a pram and a boy had a train or some wind up tram.
Girls and boys they played with toys and each of them shared their own little joys.
Picture books,Comics,Mickey Mouse and Dan Dare, just playing in the streets without a care.
Home from School, sometimes home alone and if they were lonely they had there neighbor's to phone and if there was no phone they managed on there own.
When kids were kids they ate bread and jam and on Sundays maybe a slice of ham.
Most children want to live like an adult and before you know it they have learned to insult.
They watch their parents when it's not their concern and most children think they have money to burn.
Designer sportswear and photograph phones and if they don't get them on comes the moans and groans.
No childlike games like run outs round the corner or nursery rhymes like Little Jack Horner.
Lost in a childhood were kids were kids playing knights in battle with dustbin lids.
Kids of today they are led astray and most of them all want their own way,give them an inch and they take a yard and your overdrawn on your credit card.
Gangs in the street each one wearing a hood society tells us they are up to no good.
Most parents think their kids are alright, but if there out in the street then they are out of sight.
Each parent knows that their kid is the best but once out on that street it becomes one hell of a test.
Christmas presents falling out of the door and drunken teenagers sprawled on the floor,all of them wearing the same design then they end up in court and you pay the fine.
A child should see what growing up is all about and not turn into some lager lout.
A child should be seen and not heard, so my Mother said but in times like these they think they bring home the bread.
A kid growing up needs time for leisure so they can find the fairies and the hidden treasure, a pirate ship and Captain Hook; because no Mother wants her kid to be a crook.
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