Nostalgia (poem)

I miss the squeak of marker pens,
Just as the prophets said I would;
When small, controlled, of freedom dreaming,
I cheered for life and called it good;
When all around me, foes and friends,
Offended by improvement, and,
In league with time, then loyal seeming,
Still for a boundless future planned.

David

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