I sit and write my thoughts; remembering youth was fine,
Pondering on the present; soon lost in earlier time.
Happiness of childhood awash with daring, caring days.
Hide-and-seek, hopscotch; bull-rush; life a happy phase.
We only had a general store; a library, butcher, baker.
Lollypops, liquorice straps; all bagged in brown paper.
Walking miles to shops and schools; kept us in good fettle,
Feet as tough as razor strops from hot-footing it on mettle.
Dental nurse say's" Open wide"; using slow old drill,
Nerve-wracking probing efforts finding cavities to fill.
Kids' line up for measles needles as long as morning talks,
First timers dreading prick to come; eyes stick out on stalks.
Sprucing up for a date; so nervous, look your best,
Knife edge crease in trousers matching tie and vest.
Shoes shone like a mirror reflect you're anxious face,
Inner thoughts a turmoil; must slow down this pace.
Time to set this night a whirl; to let your flag unfurl.
She's a dream this gorgeous girl; real as natural pearl.
Dancing cheek to cheek with delightful pretty miss,
Highlight is to walk her home; steal a goodnight kiss.
Family that may follow let they're lives be lightness
Their experiences and dreams filled with brightness.
These times though long gone always remain a memory,
Engraved as magic mind-moments, not just a mystery.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
It is worth remembering the past, especially when it brings joy to your present face......like an autobiography, this poem covers the early days of the poet in amazingly described scenes.. beautiful poem.