Our free range playgrounds of childhood have died.
We no longer live connected, but rather side by side
We know each other by first name only
Some live isolated and feel quite lonely
Gone are the days of front porch swings
Where friends may gather as evening begins
And lovers sit swinging hand in hand
It was wonderful // Life was grand
Our doors never locked and curtains seldom pulled
Kids ran free and no threat while at school
Played in the woods // climbed trees without nets
Disappeared all day and played with their pets
And if we ever needed help from a friend
We knew who to call // that neighbor round the bend
Seems the new normal arrived long before Covid
As life had already changed // no matter what we did
Photo: Dwight L. Roth
This poem came to me after reading Reena Sexons poem:
https://reinventionsreena.wordpress.com/2020/08/05/target-markets/#comment-101335