Young At Heart Poem by steph smith

Young At Heart



When we were kids and times were easy
life was for the living
all summer long we played our games
no-one cared the outcome
stayed out late, out of the way
mums happy with the silence
back in the house, all black bright
in need of our cleansing
we don't care
it's summer long
happy days.

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