NO MORE
Thursday, 10. January 2008, 06:15:45
NO MORE
]So no more will my children have the chance to ride their bikes to once sacred places
For long they have been sold
These lots for the labor vote
Sought after farm lands and fields of green
So no more inclined to climb and hang from limbs of the Acacia Plum
For just as you I am fully grown
And quite content to sit and drink
And recall the views from underneath your branches of a childhood once seen
So no more will be delivered conveniences of the past
No milk or bread to the door
No Sunday papers or grocery trucks
For shops are open 24/7 and for our dollars they are quite keen
So no more do neighbors nod and greet you in the morn
For all have busy insular lives
And a little out of practice
That makes many seem quite mean
And no more will you see children play in the street
Playing Handball and riding bikes
And has long not be considered safe
For fear of speeding cars
And no more will you see children playing outside after dark
The games of hide ‘n’ seek
Lest your child be bullied or kidnapped
Such thoughts indelible on the parents minds it scars
And no more on Sunday mornings are kids hurried off to church[/B]
For such is the rush of life
No need for God the creator and such things
For some are even raised as pagans and much prefer to worship stars
So no more, no more, the past is past
And life is changed forever more
And I can only visit my childhood through memories
As I take the time to recall
Maree Long
(c) Maree Long 2008
]So no more will my children have the chance to ride their bikes to once sacred places
For long they have been sold
These lots for the labor vote
Sought after farm lands and fields of green
So no more inclined to climb and hang from limbs of the Acacia Plum
For just as you I am fully grown
And quite content to sit and drink
And recall the views from underneath your branches of a childhood once seen
So no more will be delivered conveniences of the past
No milk or bread to the door
No Sunday papers or grocery trucks
For shops are open 24/7 and for our dollars they are quite keen
So no more do neighbors nod and greet you in the morn
For all have busy insular lives
And a little out of practice
That makes many seem quite mean
And no more will you see children play in the street
Playing Handball and riding bikes
And has long not be considered safe
For fear of speeding cars
And no more will you see children playing outside after dark
The games of hide ‘n’ seek
Lest your child be bullied or kidnapped
Such thoughts indelible on the parents minds it scars
And no more on Sunday mornings are kids hurried off to church[/B]
For such is the rush of life
No need for God the creator and such things
For some are even raised as pagans and much prefer to worship stars
So no more, no more, the past is past
And life is changed forever more
And I can only visit my childhood through memories
As I take the time to recall
Maree Long
(c) Maree Long 2008
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