A Grand-dad's Lament

A walk into the park with our grand-daughter

Time to have some lunch and then explore

The swings and things before we really ought to

Wander back in time for tea - or more!

The play area is a treat for us, with grans

And mums and dads all in holiday mood

Even if Hannah loudly hates the sand

Preffering the lake, the wildlife and the wood.

          Fifty-years ago park benches were awash

          With grand-dads and their pipes, each generation

          In its peculiar way enjoying the life

          The others gave it; but now, to drag the lash

          Of paedophilic hype into negation,

          I need to be accompanied by my wife.

The park in crowded

Children everywhere, but I,

Alone, cannot enjoy.

Brian Hick 25.7.09

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