Where did it go? What happened to the dream?
That future vision; promise of a world yet seen.
Past generations struggled, now it has mellowed
Life is less difficult for a pigmented fellow
Everyone has a mobile! Isn’t it great Talking all the time, catch up with a mate Call up your mum…
“Commander! It’s gone! The ship has gone!”“Again?! They must know!” “I don’t think they do, though they seemed to have…
The driver, grey matter, a computer upstairs
The governor, caretaker, looks after affairs
Persevere one’s existence, always alert
A nanny of sorts, avoiding all hurt
Those shoes aren’t right. What were you thinking?!
Match with that jacket? Gosh, you must be drinking
How much do you weigh? Is that not a lot?
No wonder those trousers barely fit your butt
You’re into whose music? Have you no taste?
How do you enjoy that? You’re a disgrace.
Fifty years on the planet, travelled, read, watched, talked…..there’s still only one thing I’m sure of.