Being retired means all kinds of things, including indulging in nostalgia.
The Time Before
In the time before television,
we would gather round the wireless,
and share our views
on events in the news,
then listen to comedy’s,
Navy Lark, Goon Show and Round the
Horne,
then altogether on Christmas morn,
singing carols while Mum prepared
lunch.
And in the time before mobile
phones,
with on the street red boxes and
press button B,
in an emergency a sprint to the
phone box,
when rapid contact was by first
class post,
cursive texts no one else could see,
no Google search or asking Alexa,
but off to the family encyclopaedia
or the library.
And in the time before family cars,
When no one could afford a taxi,
the bus ruled with reliability,
taking folk to school, work and on
holiday,
whether a jaunt for the day,
or a fortnight trip,
timetables operating with nary a
slip.
Always a conductor to sell a ticket,
to help those less active,
controlling behaviours on every
trip.
© David L Atkinson February 2024
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