Looking Back

When I'm writing I let my mind wander, Down through the years as I ponder. About those far of days when I was a lad, Where time stood still I was sometimes sad. As I played on my own in a street full of kids, When it came to games I was last to be picked. Never knew why or understood how things were, Maybe because they had Dads and I didn't. Was that the reason I seemed to be hidden. Not all was gloom and doom back in the day, Many times I had friends with whom I could play. Then all of a sudden right out of the blue, Someone would shout out, we don't want you. So off I would go with a tear in my eye Hoping that Mum wouldn't see me cry. Sometimes I would take myself off to the park, Play by myself and come home when it got dark. I didn't know why sometimes I was treated so bad, Took a while to sink in it was because I had no Dad. Over the years I built a wall so high and strong, Inside my wall I was safe to play all day long. My wall protected me for most of my life, It was finally breached when I found my wife. Many parts of it still remain in my mind, I hide there when people make life a bind. If you build such a wall without windows or doors, Take care,you could be trapped there forevermore. Not looking for sympathy, please don't think that, I wanted once in my young life a chance to hold the bat. © Dave Timperley 6 October 2016