think I know you knew you before blue jumpers football with tennis ***** weeping knees and benches and reeling off hymns now look at them singing the songs of some not-quite-teen mute squares of a life apparently pristine likes arriving like flies before it was packed lunches a place named Azkaban afternoon kwik cricket colourless pix on Bebo now it's a slurry of selfies head-tilt lips-out meme media excess digital mausoleum you've made your home so choose I'll leave you to it beeline for the Apple store record what you can't get back speak up **** your planet or run
Written: April 2019. Explanation: A poem written in my own time as part of Savannah Brown's escparil challenge. The idea is that somebody older may look at the youth of today and, although there are differences, perhaps we were the same as them when we were younger, and maybe we're similar to them even now despite the age gap. I'm not sure I can explain it all too well, but anyway... Please note that 'Bebo' refers to the former social network site, 'Azkaban' to the prison in the Harry Potter universe, 'pix' to pictures and 'kwik cricket' to a form of fast-paced cricket. A link to my Facebook writing page can be found on my HP home page.