When I Was… One

When I was young there was no ‘net
And measures were imperial
To read a book you’d have to get
Some papery material
To phone your home you needed change
And then a public box
Where all was touched by fingers strange
And always smelt of socks
There were three feet then in a yard
A foot had twelve small inches
And pounds and shillings were quite hard
My poor old brain still flinches
When I was young there was no way
To write without a pen
There were no video games to play
But I guess that was then

©️jj 2018

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