Eighteen Again Poem by Kevin Hulme

Porcelain face, clear eyes set in blue,
The hair no barber could tame.
In love with a girl in the gamine kind of style,
Oh I wish I was Eighteen once again.
Trips in the Sun over land and blue sea,
Sangria by a torrent of Spanish rain.
The Queens jubilee, ‘Rock Follies of 77',
Oh I wish I was Eighteen once again.
The dance floor shakes to a hundred young feet,
Now music never seems the same.
A hangover or two was the price that we all pay,
Oh I wish I was Eighteen once again.
The road lay ahead like a bright Summers eve,
No trace of a cloud was in train.
My Mother and Father have said their goodbyes,
Oh Lord, I wish I was Eighteen once again.