1965 I am 11 years old,
sun is streaming into my room.
no mobile to occupy me,
no internet to distract me.

I wash and dress myself,
and think on what the day brings.
No worries no pressure from others,
all I have to do is be happy.

Why didn't life stay like that?
all nice and sunny and warm.
but no; life marches on,
to the beat for the worlds drum.

2015 and me now 50 years on,
lost in a world of speed.
of technology and cruelty,
cyber bullies and trolls

Please give me back my happy time,
take me back to the quiet of the eleven year old.
Sat pondering what all 11 year old's do,
I want to be a Princess and meet my prince charming.

But life is never that simple
and the eleven year old in me is dead...

Sheila.