I, a Crook.

Gone are the days
when there was a cheer
that spread all over
not restricting to one place
but throughout in a run over
a lovely diaspora it was
with less gadgets to assist
more of physical work on the run
with cooking many dishes
cutting and grinding with passion
walking down the lane to the shop there
to buy newspapers and grocery
meeting people across the way
greeting them and picking up friendship
all done with no strain whatsoever
that intimacy has been switched off greatly
living on high raised apartments
with the new introduction of villaments
the house being large enough to be a villa
but still does not have a square foot of land
where the features looks high and expensive
display a trend ostentation beyond my comprehension
the possibility to live in a house encompassed by glasses
sends a feel that people are watching you from far and near
used to closeted living in traditional houses on a big piece of land
with the wooden windows and doors all firm and strong
and a courtyard at the back with space to hang about
thos proposition new seems odd and and out of my focus
Do I look like an old fashioned crook ?