Childhood Games Poem by Phil Soar

Kiss chase in the playground, wouldn't be accepted now
And all those secret chocolate stashes, frowned upon somehow
The games that were so innocent, in Nineteen sixty two
Were now expressed as nothing more than unhealthy for you

Where did all the reasons go, for playing childhood games
What happened to those fantasies, and all those silly names
How did we become afraid, to let our feelings show
And where on earth has childhood gone?
I'd really like to know