When we were children time stood still
The cries of laughter down the hill
The green of summer clothed the lane
The Tadpoles, tree-house, endless games
When we were teens, time could drag
The daring and the booze and fags
The green of summer clothed the lane
The radio, rebel, hearts aflame
When we were thirty time ran late
The house, the car, the broken gate
The green of summer clothed the lane
The mowing and the blocking drain
When mid-life came time barely mattered
The comfortable shoes, getting fatter
The green of summer clothed the lane
Complacency to looming change
And now we're old and time has flown
The growing ache of skin and bones
The green of summer clothes the lane
We long to be that child again
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Author:
Jeremy Leach (
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- Comment from author about the poem: After seeing a close relative lose her mobility, it reminds me to grab hold of the years we have and make the most of them.
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Comments4
What a wonderful poem. It's so nostalgic yet rings very true. Thanks for sharing!
CLARA X
Thank you so much.
So very true and such a well crafted piece you have written.
That's very kind of you. Thanks.
One of the best I've read for a long time - concept, structure, meter, and a great use of the language - it's all there.
That means a lot Michael, thanks so much. It's been a while since I've been on here but sometimes it's a good way of letting things out and onto 'paper'.
Super write - that is me to a t. Thank you for sharing your words.
That's really kind of you. One day I'll try a more upbeat poem !
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