Oh How the Tables Have Turned
Back then, kids ran out after school,
Bikes on the road, grass on their shoes.
A football, a stick, a game we made,
Whole afternoons passed in the shade.
Now kids come home and pick up a phone,
Playing with strangers while sitting alone.
The parks are quiet, the screens all glow,
Where the laughter went, I do not know.
Young hearts once waited by the phone,
One special person, and that alone.
Love took time, it had to grow,
Like seeds we planted long ago.
Now love is measured by likes and views,
A match today, tomorrow someone new.
So many choices at every turn,
Yet fewer people stay and learn.
I miss the sound of friends outside,
Calling my name for one more ride.
No texts, no apps, no online trend,
Just open roads and time to spend.
Sometimes an old song fills the air,
And takes me back to summers there.
The faces, places, days of old,
Are worth far more than any gold.
We wished for better, faster, and more,
And got the whole world through a small glass door.
Oh, how the tables have turned.
