17 June 2012
Times have changed For better or worse Technology advances But brings a cruel curse
I was sixteen when I got my first mobile brick A safety blanket really To be in contact quick
Nowadays children Cannot be young Eight, nine or ten Their phone is their fun
My generation Seems to have been The last one forever Not to lose that sheen
That sheen of naïveté Innocence and joy Where board games and Imagination were toys
Technology's great But also a snare; It has wasted youth For that I despair.
Wasted Youth • Opuss № I