Ode to being young again

I’d love to young again

Have all of that energy,

Oh, to be that happy

And to be do carefree,

Playing football in the park

Mun and dad said be in before it’s dark,

Riding my bike all around town

Playing in rivers and climbing trees,

That was my youth for me

My mum and had no money,

But they gave all their love to me

And we never had the material things,

But coming down in the morning after dad had gone to work

And clearing out the open coal fire drove us all beserk

But happy days and memories they were,

I’ve never seen having nothing as a curse,

But now, my mum and dad are gone

I look at myself and say what have I done?

I stayed kind on the right side of life

I’ve never done too much that was massively wrong,

Yet I still sit here wishing I could be young,

Once again because it was such fun

And I am at that age where I am closer to being gone,

I am in the time of my swan song

But I am still battling on,

Still getting passionate and singing along

To all the old and the new favourite punk songs,

Oh, I wish I was still young or at least I’d like to feel it

In body as I still do in mind,

That at least would be fine,

I don’t kid myself you see, I know I am no longer in my prime,

The days of being young though we’re my golden times.

4 responses to “Ode to being young again”

  1. That’s a wonderful poem! 👍 We are young in our mind always until we see ourselves in the mirror!

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  2. I would give anything to feel just a little like I did before…

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  3. A wishful thought don’t we all won’t it ? A great post makes one nostalgic stirring fond memories of the days gone by .

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