Happy Days
GOLDEN DAYS
CHILDHOOD DAYS ARE LONG GONE
BUT THE MEMORIES LINGER ON
HAPPY TIMES, SOMETIMES SAD
FRIENDS REMAIN, BEST WE HAD
HOPSCOTCH ON THE NEXTDOORS PATH
ENDURING THIER RAGE AND RATHE
KNOCK! KNOCK! GINGER. THAT WAS FUN
HIDING FROM EVERYONE’S MUM
PLAYING DOLLIES, PRAMS FROM OLD
SOME WE FILCHED, OTHERS SOLD
SKIPPING IN THE DOUBLE ROWS
STEPPING ONTO PEOPLES TOES
ELASTICS, STRUNG LIKE HUGE BALLS
BOUNCING NOISILY ONTHE NEIGHBOURS WALLS
CARE FREE DAYS, PICNICS, WALKS
LISTENING TO MUMS ‘CAREFUL’ TALKS
OUT FROM EARLY DAWN TILL TEA
NEVER HAD TO WORRY ABOUT ‘ME’
CHILDHOOD MEMORIES WILL REMAIN
HAPPY DAYS, HAPPY GAMES.
Copyright © Joan Warburton | Year Posted 2011
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