Poem of the week - Times

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Times are ever – a changing,

As all of us beings can see.

With boarded up shops, and stores shutting down,

In towns, and very many a city . . .

Is advanced technology the everything?

In this world in which we endeavour to give.

Severe cut backs in all mainline services,

Which deter us much – in trying to live . . .

Postage stamps rocketing to an all time cost,

So sending a letter, or card, will for so many be definitely lost.

Children looking out for those special times

On a birthday, that the Royal Mail will bring.

Or, is it now – just a pleasant text,

But not quite in their minds – the same thing.

Man can now travel down – to the deep oceans depth.

To observe the magical “Life of the Sea”.

Also go into space, in another dimension,

In our quest for knowledge to be . . .

In the press, the loss of so many lives,

We read of mans pain, and anxiety.

Strict regimes, that govern its people,

To stop their living peacefully.

It would be a truly remarkable thing,

In today’s “TIMES”, if it ever came to be.

That peace might prevail, in our ever

Changing world, not just now, but for eternity.


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