Growing Up Poem by Phil Soar

We played Cowboys and Indians
When I was just a lad
You couldn't do that any more
Which makes me rather sad
We played Doctors and Nurses
In our early infant school
Now they just play on I-pads
In case they look like fools
No dressing up as Geronimo
Or even the Lone Ranger
No using bows and arrows
In case they hit a stranger
And as the days in school go by
And everything has changed
There is no joy, for girl or boy
In case you seem deranged
We've took away their childhood
By restricting all these games
And giving kids no time to live
And even stupid names