Validation of Love 11
I remember when the cry was that we were too young
Though our trips to the matinee were always accepted
We played the hit singles of the songs that we sung
Sneaked out for meetings that were not detected
At college we found our freedom away from prying eyes
They were the days of free love the dawn of a swinging age
We wore flowers in our hair there was no need for disguise
Sergeant Pepper and the Yellow Submarine were the rage
Time moved swiftly on and we decided to tie the knot
Upon the open moor beneath the heat of a solstice sun
Settling down we started to wonder if we had lost the plot
Two kids a dog and a mortgage did not seem like fun
Our kids reached their teens their skins discovered ink
Tattooed their bodies whilst we sat around and groaned
Not for one moment did we stop to reflect and think
How quickly we’d become a generation that moaned
Rap is not proper music we defiantly declared
Clothes are so skimpy you can hardly see the thread
The days roll by and our memories are impaired
We have become like those people we used to dread
Copyright: David Hopcroft August 2023
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