Loud old radio, loud old television,
No phones, our imaginations were the Internet.
Gatherings meant everything,
No distractions, just pure dialogue,
Like listening to jazz, smooth, unhurried and peaceful.
Words that sparked thought and made us think.

Loud old streets,
Where boys played from dawn to dusk,
No thoughts of tweets, statuses, tiktoks or need to check screens, fearing we’d miss
The next big, life-changing...