A Marvellous Thing Poem by Francis Duggan

Of ageing heroes and warriors some may choose to sing
But the great gift of youth is a marvellous thing
The boys of the fifties belong to the past
They did have their good days but good days don't last
The old legs are tiring nowadays they move slow
They walked fast and ran fast four decades ago
To the scythe of the reaper old heroes must fall
The one certain fate is awaiting us all
Our better days may be long over and gone
But the great lust for life it keeps us keeping on
The young boy of today will grow to an old man
But the secret of life is live long as you can
Of ageing heroes and warriors some may choose to sing
But the great gift of youth is a marvellous thing.