Poem: Live To Play Another Day

Sometimes we were allowed a couple of bucks, get them changed into 20cent coins at the counter,

move the joystick, mash the buttons, there for a good time – never a long time. We would have

just had dinner, somewhere along the parade, and the adults would play along if we let them; they’d

have a quick go, a game or two. It was simpler times, but we didn’t …