The World As It Used To Be Poem by Paul Reed

I saw the world as it used to be
Glimpsed through the tent's open flap
Sun-warmed daisies in a carpet of green
Dog's paws stretched out and taking a nap

The smell of Sunday dinner cooking
Lawnmowers whirring their busy sound
The way I used to feel returned
When contentment was all around

Safe in the tent we played with trains
And the thought then occurred to me
This is the world now for my grandsons
Just like it used to be for me