Can Joe Come Out To Play? Poem by Joe Hughes

Can Joe Come Out To Play?



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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Drogheda, Ireland
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