When we ourselves were young, we scrambled and we fell <br />We climbed the rocky waterfalls and crumbling cliff <br />We swam in crystal pools in shaded, hidden dell <br />And nobody would ever raise the question, if <br />We should be led secured by parent’s guiding hand <br />Lest danger’s threat should dare to raise its snarling head <br />But now we see in England’s mean, unpleasant land <br />A sense of safety for each weakling child, instead <br />For in our culture, cottonwooled and pandered to, <br />Our infants may not be exposed to any harm <br />Since litigation looms and since someone may sue <br />We must be ultra-safe for fear of all alarm <br />And so the young these days miss out on all the fun <br />That we enjoyed those golden days now sadly gone.<br /><br />C Richard Miles<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/when-we-ourselves-were-young/
