I miss those carefree days of youth,
Playing in the park
Home before dark,
Out with my friends,
Seemed like those days would never end.
Back in the day
Golden in every way,
Sunday shone it’s rays
As we were at play,
Laying on the grass
Staring up at the sky,
Allowing all those days,
Like watching the clouds
We simply let them roll on past,
Wondering what fun it would be, like to be older,
A little more experienced and whole lot bolder
But how times change,
I now crave my lost youth,
Those days of innocence
Isn’t that the truth,
Coats and jumpers used for goalposts
As we played footy on the field,
Riding bike like speedway stars
These things had such appeal.
Playing air guitars to all our favourite tunes
Being quite spontaneous
And doing things out of the blue.
Playing knock down ginger
Or maybe hide ‘n’ seek,
Getting covered in mud
And grazing our knees.
These were such fun times
They all seemed endless summer days,
This golden age I miss so much
Especially the energy, in every kind of way
And the thought that we could be
Anything we wanted, when we was at play
No one could tell us differently,
Nothing could have got in our way,
For we would no be daunted.
We could be like the Lone Ranger, Zorro or Batman
Be a famous footballer that was one of many plans,
Those memories will always stay with me
Just like my hopes and dreams
And I will never lose hope that one day
I will amount to something,
Of some kind of notoriety
See my name there up in lights,
Even if its just a fantasy
That has long ago, simply taken flight.
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