As children of the 1960's
growing up knowing not of
Game boy, x-box or i phones,
they used their imaginations.
to create magical kingdoms
and baseball until dark,
Hearts, souls and minds of humanity,
not how many kills or bonus points
they can rack up.
They roamed free
like wild mustangs of the open range
of the west,
taking in the sights and sounds.
Their parent's lessons
where they learned how to live life,
don't talk to strangers,
don't get in a stranger's car,
don't take candy from strangers.
Since the inception of video games,
milk carton children are now
an entire wall at your local Wal-Mart.
Sometimes memories
of what could have been,
lack of listening skills.
Children listen to the
green of the computer screen,
instead of taking heed
to parental prophets.
A common sense approach
to human survival,
on the latest video craze
leads to the demise
of a childhood dream.
To grow old in a white picket fence
way of life, gone the way of the dinosaurs,
and roads paved with yellow bricks. . .
Timothy Michael DiVito c2019
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