iPast

In a corner of my mind, I keep the past complete
I can visit when I like, I don't need an e-receipt
Modern life is broken, far too busy, way too fast
But wouldn't it be fun to have an iThing in the past

Opposite our house was a field where I would play
Sadly that's all gone, a row of houses there today
I'd always lose at football having kickabouts with Dad
I could Google how to beat him or use an app on the iPad

Sunday afternoons were spent with boring relatives
Time would pass so slow as if I'd taken sedatives
A time when children should be seen and definitely not heard
Things would have been more fun if I'd been playing Angry Birds

The one way to communicate was to send a letter
Postmen still like to go on strike, I'm afraid it's got no better
Queueing up for stamps, I still hear my mother moan
Here Mum, have a go with this, e-mail from my iPhone

Shopping was a weekly thing done on a Friday night
Tesco, only small, but domination's in their sight
All in a massive box from the car to our front door
Let's get it delivered - click - won't need that box no more

Television took the space in the corner of the room
Always prevalent the threat of cathode ray tubes going BOOM
God Save The Queen at midnight, and that was that, or so it seemed
I'll just whip out an iThing, we can watch what I have streamed

It would have been so good to have the best of both these worlds
To watch our futures past as technology unfurled
To stay in the iPast and live through easier, simpler days
But to have them all enhanced by newfangled iThing ways

I always look upon it all with my rose tinted glasses
To run and jump and play instead of sitting on our arses
And back within the present I'd be rich from an iBet
On the shape of things to come that hadn't been invented yet...