A decade ago, when I was in ‘teens’
There was a ground with barren scenes.
Sunday was the day, we children would play
Cricket and football made up the day.
April, May, June was the season prime
No time for lunch, no time to dine.
Out of our teens, we friends were thrown out of the ground
The space was now used for parking the wheels round
Once a park, now it has an ‘ing’
The thought to me is very disturbing.
My childhood is gone, my childhood is done
But what about the generations next to come?
Where will they fall!, where will they rise!,
Where will they fight!, where will they play!
The space once meant for this now has status to display!
