Memories stirred in me
Of times in my youth,
Where time had no meaning
Except to others.
Up to the pub I went,
Drank some beer,
Threw some darts,
Played some cards.
Then ten minutes before closing
The bell would go,
The landlord would shout
“Last orders please.”
At eleven o’clock
The bell would go again
With the call of
“Time gentlemen please.”
We then had just ten minutes
To finish our pints.
I would walk home
Where my parents would greet me.
Whoa betide me though
If my timing was wrong.
If I got home before eleven
Mum would say to me,
“Your early, are you alright?”
Or it I got in after twenty passed
She would say to me,
“Your late! Where have you been?”
Then there were the times
When I went out with girls
And time just passed by so swiftly,
But the end of the evening would come.
And I am sure my Mum believed me
About the number of times
My watch stopped,
During those glorious times,
Those glorious times of my youth.