Validation of Love 11

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

Validating Love 2

Validating Love 2

I really need to know who you say that you are

We must go through some process of validation

Could you please tick every box that has a car

I want to be sure you are not a figment of imagination

Now the next part is simply all you need to do

Is to enter a password I sent in a message to you

To use with the dating scanner to give me a clue

So your face matches your picture this method is new

Why is it we no longer take things on trust

Why are so many willing to lie to your face

Now that honesty has apparently turned to dust

So we must validate everything against a database

Can you use you phone to send me a fingerprint

I need to check against the records the agency sent

If it matches then I’ll message ‘That’s mint’

If not then I shall suspect that you’re bent

Life was simpler when we simply agreed to meet

I’d bring along a friend and you would name the place

I’d wear a carnation and you’d have brogues on your feet

But at least we’d see each other face to face

Copyright: David Hopcroft June 2023