The lazy wind blows the swings to sway slowly
And the merry-go-round goes round weightlessly
The see-saw no longer sees what it once saw
They ask themselves
Why don’t the children play anymore?
The cartoons almost go unwatched
Except for the nostalgic adult
It’s still not certain whose fault
Why the childish ways have come to a halt.
The women stopped sharing homemade recipes
They’ve hired help for their babies
Household duties have been un-mastered
Sons and daughters were raised
where now are bastards.
Where have the homemakers gone to?
Why do they hide their pride?
The girls no longer have curfew
The boys seem to have been tossed aside.
It was once the pursuit of a man
To cater for his own by the workings of his hand
He ploughed the dirt and stained his shirt
Bore his wealth from his share of the land.
Superficial things were merely so
Starving men now walk around in wealthy clothes
Who has more wisdom?
The father or the son?
The answer once laid with the former
Time soon bets on neither one.
Tick tock we watch the clock revolve
Tick tock we watch ourselves evolve.
