There we were, the four us
On this dark, chill afternoon,
Striking the balls towards the hoops.
We were obviously mad,
Mad about the game of croquet.
Or were we just mad?
The sky was grey,
The wind was strong,
But we played.
Then on the next field
Came the sound,
The sound of children shouting,
Shouting and laughing
As they kicked their football.
Then two fathers came,
And the kids and dads played,
Played football.
The joy in their playing so wonderful,
The sound of children laughing,
The joy of their dads
Playing with their children
Brought joy to me.
The innocence of childhood
So wonderful,
I wish it was always so.