In my older years I start to look back
To the wonder times of my younger years,
Those times that are now written on the plaque,
The plaque set my mind showing no fears.
Those wonderful times of playing with friends,
Chasing over the fields and climbing trees,
Where our life was full of great dividends,
And dirt and scabs were always on our knees.
Such a wonderful time being so young,
Young and so very fearless in our lives,
The place from where our lives of wisdom sprung
And into the future life where it strives,
Those younger days took me into the place
From where I reached my wonderful old age.
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- Comment from author about the poem: I often think back to the wonder of my younger days and how fortunate I have been throughout my long life.
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Oozing with optimism .. who aint gonna just love this .. nobody aint, that's who ... here, have one of these ⭐.. Neville
Most kind Neville, thank you so much.
Andy
You get a blue plaque “Here lived Andy, a contented man”, while I’ve just been reminded to make my next dental appointment.
A cannot think of a form, if not talking about love, better suited to you and your contentment than this sonnet. 😊
Good for you, Andy.👍
Your kind words are very much appreciated Dave, thank you so much.
Andy
I liked go-karting in younger days. We made a kart. I was usually the 'pusher' going round the estate.
Of course it was difficult then, those millions of years ago - the wheel was still square! (as in a comedy film). lol.
I too used to ride those home made carts and survived my younger days, it couldn't happen now with all this health and safety drivel inflicted on the kids.
Thanks \orchi.
Andy
I have a memory bank too Andy filled with wonderful moments from my childhood. Such happy times. I very much enjoyed your thoughts here. Those days were the stepping stones to where you find yourself now. Have a great Wednesday.
So true Cassie, those stepping stones certainly started us off into our lives.
Andy
Fond memories Gold and they brought back such in me as well.
Thank you soren, those memories are so wonderful.
Andy
Great write Andy
Thank you Tony.
Andy
You're welcome Andy
That rearview mirror is always calling us Andy. I'm happy to see you have so much to look back on. Also I've noticed you've been rhyming a lot lately. You're quite good at it. 😉👍
Thank you so much AP, those times of the past can be so wonderful.
For some reason sonnets have seemed to invade my muse.
Andy
So very happy you have a memory bank filled with so many wonderful memories. 🌹
Thank you Teddy, yes those memories can be so wonderful.
Andy
Tremendous work.
Thank you Thomas.
Andy
Oh the skinned knees, I had my own seat at the local E.R. Still looking for the wonderful old age. Nice work.
Yes Dan I don't think any of my friends had scarless knees. LOL
Thank you.
Andy
A fine write, Andy. Love the nostalgia and optimism. Nicely done.
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