This months poem is a nostalgia look back to a time when everything seemed more simple…
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Sundays in the Fifties
Was such a different place
Laptops weren’t invented
And mobiles not a trace
We seemed somehow more healthy
Than we’d ever been before
And shops were rarely opened
So time we would explore
Our families came to visit
Back then they lived close by
It seemed that nothing happened
But that just fooled our eyes
For in those sleepy moments
Each family formed its bonds
With drinks down at the local
Then a lunch for which they’d longed
The TV seldom featured
When evening came our way
For we were far too busy
With all the games we’d play
Then up to bed quite early
To face another week
After just other Sunday
That made our lives complete
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