Not the Man
Sweet thoughts now often fill my mind
Of early days, my memories kind
Of times when all was good and true
A growing youth - the world so new
The local matinee - Saturdays certain
A hero's perils, the closing curtain
Our milkshakes, sodas, fancied sweets
The squeaking of those folding seats
When wild abandon and lack of thought
Was legal tender for thrills we sought?
We knew it all and we so 'hip'
We'd give that 'good advice' the slip
To once more run from dusk till dawn
To treat fatigue with young man's scorn
To know again those times so sure
Not knowing what age holds in store
Oh what I'd give to go back then
A young man brash and fit again
To know that youthfulness once more
That zest for life - its breathless awe
'You haven't changed' friends say so kind
I smile - but know they're not so blind
With dimming eyes, so plain I see
I'm not the man I used to be
Ted Middleton
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem