Generations

I bowed my head,

With a hand on my chest.

God bless you,

Came those passionate words.

Happy were those days,

With loving teachers around.

Now I wonder,

Where those days are gone.

He passed through my side,

The bag hit my shoulder.

I turned to have a look,

He was far from my sight.

I stepped into the class,

From corners came some wishes,

I smiled at them yet,

For that was what I was taught.

There he came running to me,

Grandpa, look at this!

I wore my specs to check,

What the play was about.

Alas, I couldn't understand anything,

It was all a robot machine.

I sat in the easy chair,

When the machine ran everywhere.

Generations are changing,

I sadly reflected.

I reminisced my old days,

And slept in my easy chair.