Many many moons ago when I was but a lad <br />We used to sit round the open fire <br />To listen to our parents tell us stories <br />Some funny or scary and some that were sad. <br /> <br />But those days seem to have disappeared <br />No longer do you see bewilderment in young childrens eyes <br />Wishing they were on a four sailed schooner or <br />Heading to find treasure under bright blue skies. <br /> <br />Has it been so long that we don't communicate anymore <br />To be sat still listening to parents or grandparents <br />Spin yarns about when they were children and how things were then <br />But times have changed so much now it's like a memory now faded. <br /> <br />Modern times and technology have aided this sad affair <br />To be sat by the fire listening on dragons or the blitz <br />It's now laptops and firewalls and cookies we can't eat <br />Not nana's warm milk and homemade cake and Dickens' hits.<br /><br />Craig Anderson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/remember-when-we-were-young-2/
