Sentences

yesterday’s handshake had little currency

today, gold ingots couldn’t buy me one,

my generation took fifty years

to hug and cheek-kiss friends

sadly, vanquished in but a year,

I’ve seen horizons shrink 

across this wondrous world 

my childhood books, quote 

the distance travelled in a day

a ‘journey’ now may span the globe,

but here come invisible boundaries

callous as barbed wire

that lock us in our homes,

domestic jails, familial prisons

where just the thought of travel

however seldom fancy takes, asks

what price freedom friend?

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© Graham Sherwood 11/2020