Memories From Way Back When - Poem by Rod Morris
Things we did when just a kid made our mums go spare.
Climbing trees, catching bees, all without a care.
In a pool, home late from school, sometimes miss the bus.
A lost schoolbag, a stolen fag, causing so much fuss.
A pretty Miss, a stolen kiss, stirs an eager heart.
Years that fly, as time goes by, distance tears apart.
Teenage years, so few fears, egos ripe to nourish.
Boyhood slang, a little gang, about to grow and flourish.
Not a fool, survived school, made it through the murk.
Part of the mass, do not be crass, time to find some work.
Your talents flaunted, sometimes daunted, looking for a boss.
Comes the day, your first pay, now to make some moss.
A job well done, weekend fun, movies, girlfriend, beach.
At last you're glad, times not bad, alls within your reach.
Its then you meet, one so sweet, not just another date.
From one who knows, you'll propose, can’t escape your fate.
Settled down, in favoured town, happy in our calling.
Made new friends, all things blend, upwards never falling.
She and me, will soon be three, beware those sleepless nights.
Three to four, and just one more, love our little mites.
Soon be teens, fulfil their dreams, once more five are two.
Without a doubt, this comes about, a contented families due.
Becoming older makes one bolder, no problems to unravel.
Visit dreams; revive schemes, perhaps its time to travel.
Wanderlust waning, home life is gaining, hardly even a race.
Cause sweetie and me, already agree, each help set our own pace.
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