I'm sixty eight, I'm all grown up
Or so the people say.
But deep within my urgings
I still love to run, yes play.
As a child I never tired
Of Tig, Kick-the-box, Kerbside cricket.
Fishing tiddlers in clear waters
Was great. Yes! Really wicked!
But then I had to be grown up.
Get a job, get married, join the fray.
It seemed there was a lifetime ban
On coming out to play.
At sports I never was much good.
At football I was put in goal.
But joining in with any game
Was deep within my soul.
With my children, with my grandchildren
The opportunities are vast.
I run, I jump, I bounce, I'm free
As in those times long past.
I colour in, I cut then glue.
I swim, I walk, I climb.
But when they're all tucked up at night
I have a glass of wine.
I've trampolined, I've learned to swim.
I've hulahooped, yes paddled.
I've done the junior Forest climb.
My brain is so unaddled.
I haven't conquered skateboarding.
My golf is from another planet.
But I've flown a kite on the South Downs.
Hot air ballooning - I've yet to plan it.
I've flown a Cessna aircraft.
I've swum in the Atlantic.
I've conquered the computer
But my dancing's more like antics.
I know there is much more to learn
So pray what will you say?
When I loudly knock on your front door
To ask you out to play?
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