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!

Moonchild

I'm a summer child and I can relate to this perfectly.
Excellent poem, so well written.
I love it and enjoyed every word, thanks!

magglyn

This ditty came to mind after I walked through the park down the road from me.
There were kids laughing and playing without a care in the world. I myself, was on the way to the Off-licence, but to hear the laughter of children, took my mind back to by-gone days of frivolous behaviour and devil may care attitude that once upon a time I had.

It's not nice growing older. No longer able to not worry about what the opposite sex thinks of your behaviour. Now I'm not considered playful, but a bloke who needs a drink to be funnyand even then my jokes ar considered crude.

Ah for the sweet salient days of yore.

Thank you Moonchild for your reply.

I'll tell you what really hacks the youngsters off. Walking through a main shopping street hand in hand (swinging the hands really, really gets them upset)
God forbid you ever kiss!
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