Porcelain face, clear eyes set in blue,
The Hair no barber could tame,
In Love with a girl in the ‘Gamine’ kind of style,
Oh I wish I was eighteen once again.
Trips in the Sun over land and blue sea,
Sangria and a torrent of Spanish Rain,
The ‘Queen’s Jubilee’, ‘ Rock Follies of 77’,
Oh I wish I was eighteen once again.
The dance floor shakes to a Hundred young feet,
Now music never seems quite the same,
A hangover or two was the price we all pay,
Oh I wish I was eighteen once again.
The road lay ahead like a bright Summer’s eve,
No trace of a Cloud was in train,
My Mother and Father have said their Goodbyes,
Oh Lord - I wish I was eighteen once again.
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Author:
Kevin Hulme (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: January 8th, 2025 20:06
- Comment from author about the poem: Amazing how we take our Youth and all it’s Associations for granted.
- Category: Reflection
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Comments3
A lovely way of looking to back to our youth, and remembering what used to be much simpler days, enjoyed the read
Thank you.
You are very welcome
And later on grasp at wisps of sentimental hopes and visions… the odd tune bringing back more than memories! 🙏🏻👍🏻🕊
Yes. And Today will be future memories as well. So we appreciate those around us.
Thank you for Reading.
As it should be! 🙏🏻🕊👍🏻
A fine write, Kevin. As Oscar Wilde said, youth is wasted on the young.
It certainly is. As Wilde also said, ‘ Dangerous at both ends, and uncomfortable in the middle’. But that was about a Horse, so ...
Thanks for reading.
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