TWO PENNY LOVE

TWO PENNY LOVE

In years gone by,

Young men queued at the red box.

Smart phones and androids,

Just a twinkle

In Mr Nokia’s eye.

When time was determined by watches

And clocks,

Face to face was real.

Skype and face time,

 Just

 Pie in the sky.

The walk down those

Darkened streets,

Glistening in the winter rain,

This was the time

For love.

With our two pence’s

Clasped firmly in hand,

The red box a sanctuary

From parents ridicule,

And disdain.

You’d never use

The house phone,

As your family would all be there.

You’d walk out

In all sorts of weather,

Waiting outside the box

For your turn,

Just to speak to

Your girl so fair.

Have parents ever

 Known true love?

All they ever seem to do is moan.

Your heart thumping

As the two pence

Falls.

“Hello”

Oh no! Her Dad’s

Answered the phone.

Phil Hall  May 2013