By Beryl Spencer-Scarr

2003

Gone are the days of the bicycle rides

the moonlight trips and the swings and slides.

The wound up gramophone

playing away,

while lovers in arms to the music sway.

When Father at the table

his stories he told,

and children with parents

were as good as gold.

When men for the ladies

opened the door.

Oh, the world that was ours is ours no more.

Gone are the days

when we respected our land,

and always to neighbours

we would lend a kind hand.

When the moon was a mystery

and the focus of dreams,

and the warmth of the sun

on our skins could beam.

When the mysteries of love

Were discovered in marriage,

And the token of rings

Was never disparaged.

Oh, the world that was ours is ours no more.

Gone are the days

When the tick of the clock was slow,

what happened in other lands

We did not know.

When children had parents

just numbered two,

and the bonding of families

was good and was true.

When please and thankyou  were magical words,

and from the mouths of children

swearing was never heard.

When respect for each other

was always the score.

Oh, the world that was ours is ours no more.