magglyn

What it was like to be young in them olden days
Not bitter and twisted, full of malaise
To ruin our lives no bitter ennui
Life for the living, joy to be free

Best Sunday outfits tattered and torn
Creeping in late to face mum's worst scorn
“Where have you been to, what have you done”?
We were enjoying ourselves in the warm summer sun

Dangling our feet in a brook down the lane
In our younger years, all pleasure, no pain
I try to re-enact, now that I'm fully grown
I'm much too old now, my childhood has flown

So I stand and watch the kids as they play
Knowing that soon they will spend their day
Looking as I am on the joy of the young
Lost now forever in their world just begun

An old man. A grey man. A man who is taught
A man who considers his each and every thought
No longer to run through the fields, young and free
I miss the young child, the summer child who was me!