No more embers glowing, no more crackling sounds at all,

Memories of a warm fire, consigned to history.

No more toasted marshmallows, no more cum by yar,

Memories of a childhood, consigned to history.

No more smoking behind the bikesheds, no more cider before the disco,

Memories of teenage frivolities, consigned to history.

No more youth clubs, no more connexions guidance ,

Memories of youth services, consigned to history.

No more company coach trips, no more union workers United,

Memories of a collective workforce, consigned to history.

No more sence of morality , no more respect for one another,

Memories of a close and caring society, consigned to history.

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Karen Burns is 49 and lives in Coventry, England. She is a graduate at Warwick after completing a Social Studies degree. Her interests are reading, poetry, writing reviews and she has a blog all about her daughter who has an eating disorder.