Poems ✍️

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 there own little joys. Picture books,
comics, Mickey Mouse and Dan Dare;
just playing in the streets without a single care
Home from school, sometimes home alone
and if they were lonely they had a neighbour
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.
Now most children want to live like a adult and before
you know it they have learnt 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 where kids were kids
playing knights in battle with dustbin lids.
Kids of today they are led astray and most of
them want all of 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 there kid is the best
but once on that street it is one hell of a test.
Christmas presents falling out the door and drunken
teenagers sprawled on the floor.All of them wearing
the latest design, then they end up in court and you
pay the fine. A child should see what growing up
is all about and not to 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. Lots of children grow up to be refine but one
thing is certain their childhood stops somewhere in time
A kid growing up needs plenty of 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.