Eighteen For a Week
Oh to be eighteen again
Just for a week
No more morning pain
No more feeling weak
All the fun I could have
Party into the early hours
Play footy with the lads
Buy a sweetheart flowers
Oh to be sweet eighteen
Feeling fit as a butchers dog
It's ages since I was a teen
Grey hairs, I got a lot
wrinkles on my face
Liver spots on my hands
Struggling to stand straight
To be eighteen would be grand
I have my memories
Although they're faint
From in my teens
I was far from a saint
Sat in my comfy seat
Glasses on my nose
Hearings not so sweet
Face as red as a rose
Oh to be eighteen again
Only for a week
I could feel healthy again
Not mild and meek
Copyright © Gavin Williams | Year Posted 2020
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