David Harris

Gold Star - 4,611 Points (18 June 1945 / Bradfield, England)

Us Oldies - Poem by David Harris

It is that time of the year,
when my birthday is looming in the air
and I begin to feel quite ancient.
I felt old when my children
presented me with their children
and made me a grandparent,
but when their children
started having children of their own
and stuck a great in front of grandparent
you really begin to feel ancient,
especially when you haven’t retired yet.
When we were young,
oh, those lovely blessed days
when the summers seem to last forever
and the sun always shone.
Life was much more laid back then.
Oh where have they all gone?
Then came the teenage years
opening up all our dreams
of being some kind of superstar.
Yes, I remember them so well,
the music and the romance in the air.
Sometimes I hark back
to those days way back then.

Next, you are an adult
with responsibilities and children of your own.
From there you are on a downward slope
at least that is what some people say.
Well, don’t you believe it;
you’re always as young as you feel.
You can still go out and play
those young kids games.
Personally, I never grew up,
as my friends will testify.
I still have my Peter Pan persona,
Hip Hip Hooray.
I may not drink,
but I can act as crazy as if I do
and that makes life much more fun
being like me a kind old fool.
Kid think they are the only ones
who can have fun,
don’t you believe it,
us oldies can have fun too.

13 June 2008

Comments about Us Oldies by David Harris

  • (6/13/2008 3:03:00 PM)

    I still have my Peter Pan persona,
    .us oldies can have fun too
    I liked this poems very much,
    I think, it is pleasant to feel in myself Peter Pena.
    I know that, at kind people the old age,
    and at them always young hearts does not come nearer,
    and at them eyes always shine,
    I congratulate to you birthday, David
    Best wishes,
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