WHEN ? WHERE ? and WHY ?

A thought struck me, when I awoke today,

What would I chose, could I have my way,

As to when my span, on earth would be.

At what period throughout our history ?

And where I'd like to live and die,

I'll tell you now, when where and why.

I've thought it over all day long,

And decided now, where I belong.

There's no other place I'd rather be,

Than this space and time allotted me,

Will the years, see such change again,

As in the last, three score and ten ?

What momentous changes there have been,

Since my arrival on the scene.

The fragile planes that I first saw,

Were developed for the First World War.

For civilian use there was the need,

For greater safety size and speed.

The R One Hundred, I can well recall,

Didn't fit the bill at all,

That's the only airship, that I saw,

Sixty years ago or more.

They were at the mercy of the breeze,

Therefore could not dock with ease.

Due to their enormous size,

Should suddenly the wind arise,

Even if of no great force,

The pilot fought to hold his course.

But the biggest snag indeed,

Was a total lack of speed.

There were great changes on the roads,

With trucks that carried heavy loads.

New busses rode on air filled tyres,

While steam-rollers with smoking fires,

Repaired the damage to the roads,

Which weren't designed for such great loads.

For years cart horses played their role,

Delivering ice and, beer and coal.

Greengrocer, milkman and baker, used them on their rounds,

The sound of hooves was nicer, than modern engine sounds.

Rattling of the milk churns, brought housewives to the door.

The music of that bygone age, we will hear no more.

The rag and bone man with his cries,

For old clothes and linen, gives a prize.

Children crowd, jam jars in hand,

Boys and girls with bundles stand,

Their payment for the rags they've sold,

Not money, but small fish of gold.

The children in that far off day,

Found no place but the street, to play,

With cards or marbles, as a rule,

As they dawdled to their homes from school.

The cards were mainly ones they found.

In discarded packets on the ground.

One card was stood against a wall,

And whoever caused that card to fall,

By flicking cards out of their pack,

Took all those thrown to swell their stack.

It would seem like sacrilege today,

To use those cards in such a way.

When kept indoors through cold or rain,

They'd play with dolls, or clockwork train.

 When older, the girls would sew or knit,

While boys made things with fretwork kit.

The treasured toys of yesterday,

Are still more valuable today.

No one could ever visualize,

How planes would travel through the skies,

At above the speed of sound,

Causing damage on the ground.

We'd laugh if told that one day soon,

Men would walk upon the moon.

I've lived to see those things and more,

And survived the tragedy of war.

I've seen computers, replace men,

And take the blame, time and again,

I've learned, however good the tool,

It's useless handled by a fool.

Transplants today can lengthen life,

Through science and the surgeons knife.

The dyeing given hope once more.

When will they find a cure for war?

That man made scourge, the reason why,

The innocent and children die.

I've seen such change throughout the years ,

Bringing joy, and frequent tears.

The speed of communism's fall ,

And break-down of the Berlin wall,

Has reduced the fear we had before,

Of catastrophic atomic war.

I've had a good old run I know,

And hope I've still a bit to go,

In my remaining years I'm sure I'll see,

There are many changes yet to be.

I'm sure that no one else has seen,

More change than in my life there's been.

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