Gone are those days of green and blue Where everything was cured by nature Just inhaling the fresh air could cure the flu And age we did, much later. Walking past the countryside To visit Grandma dearest Knitting the mittens, she took us for a ride To her farmhouse which was nearest. But today Grandma is forced to visit All of us in the city For gone are those days, we all miss it When we gathered for New Years & a cup of tea. Poor Grandma has to confine herself Between these walls that are lifeless All she sees are shelves and shelves The smoke outside & never- ending mess. She looks at buildings that keep going up She counts the number of floors She wonders if the buildings erupt Will we escape through the backdoor? Poor Grandma doesn’t know Inside are people who work Day in and day out even during snow Dreaming of money and perks The light inside these buildings show The life of a city monger The poor fellow