What’s something you miss from the old days?
I used to feel I could plan a way,
There was always sense in each day,
Now it seems there’s some being out there,
Who’s deciding everything so beware,
We’re surrounded by houses newly built,
Has the Scottish Parliament banned the kilt?
Times are strange and very hard,
Guess I’ll never climb the Shard,
Someone , somewhere has a plan,
My dreams are now just a pithy sham,
The NHS seems to have gone analog,
Occasionally it even seems quite rogue,
Still to worry hasn’t changed,
Nor the fact some politicians are deranged,
Perhaps I’m just feeling down,
And really I must lose this frown.
