How long it all lasted
Is not easy to say
They found us a house
And we soon moved away.
But from similar experience
I’d take a guess
That the way it ended
Was something like this.
The adults moved in
And cancelled the joy
There’d be rules
Proper pitches and organised teams.
There’d be no creativity
Or players with flair
No playing for fun
In case you might lose.
In time the green spaces
Would be covered with signs
No running, no ball games
No boys on the grass.
And the games that made heroes
And heroes to be
Now carry a label
They are called ASB.
So all day football
Is no longer seen
Kids can’t go out
So they’re stuck
To a screen.
Winding down now – 2 more episodes.
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