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