If I could turn back time
Oh, to ride on your shoulders again,
a giant, a hero, a prince amongst men.
I'd be safe in the warmth of your crooked smile,
whilst, all the while, hugging you tight
about your head, as home we jog spirits high,
ready for bed and I wondering why we can't
stay up 'til dawns light breaks and now my heart aches
thinking back, when you were here. Oh how I wish
I'd held you near and didn't let go because now I know
the loss of you, the years we two will never have.
Those formative years that a young man fears,
no longer a lad, he turns to his dad, but you're not there,
life's just not fair. A first pint at the pub, darts down the Club,
my rights of passage ransomed to cruel fate leaving me
in a state of limbo. The breadwinner now, the man of the house,
had to grow up quick, learn not to grouse. Industrious as a mouse,
I put my shoulder to the task. Now all I ask in this little rhyme
is, for just one day to turn back time.
Copyright © John Jones | Year Posted 2020
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