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THE WAY THINGS USED TO BE


TUESDAY 28th JULY 2020

This is a response to a Flash Fiction prompt from ‘Putting My Feet In the Dirt’, Writing Prompts hosted by ‘M’.
Which can be found by following the link below..

THE WAY THINGS USED TO BE

by John Yeo

Peter and his sister Jane were visiting their granny for tea,

‘Hello Granny! our teacher said, we should ask you please

To remember your life and the way things used to be’.

~

Granny yawned, and bluntly said; ‘Hard times, but we were free

Of social distancing, masks and a pandemic of death and disease’.

Peter and his sister Jane were visiting their granny for tea.

~

‘We didn’t have the internet Zoom, Facebook or Twitter you see’

Granny said, ‘Things were simpler then, it will not be a squeeze

For me to remember life and the way things used to be.

~

There weren’t many aircraft jetting off, on holiday over the sea

We never needed to quarantine from death or a viral sneeze’.

Peter and his sister Jane were visiting their granny for tea.

~

‘Food was too scarce to hoard; we fought a war to be free.

We never had to keep washing our hands, it seems a wheeze

When I remember life and the way things used to be.

~

I remember the times when simple things made me happy

Sun shining on the fields, laughing, playing and climbing trees’.

Peter and his sister Jane were visiting their granny for tea

Exploring her life and the way things used to be.

© Written by John Yeo

4 thoughts on “THE WAY THINGS USED TO BE

  1. Pingback: THE WAY THINGS USED TO BE — johnandmargaret1607 – Sarah's Attic Of Treasures

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