We kissed in the playground,
I remember your blonde hair
Being boldly eight and we were just the same,
Now I don't remember your name
Asking old friends of a time since lost,
Memories I'd love to have back now, at any cost
Innocence was a sanctity now craved by most elders,
Of a time long gone, where nobody told us
I pushed you in the park, to the floor then on the swing
We laughed about our larks, not caring of such things
Our parents said we had to be home by six,
Oh to have those days back, that stumbled into teenage kicks
For we don't see what we had in the palm of our hands,
A light smack on the *** for filling her wellies with sand
Such purity of mind that is now long in the tooth
To have those days back, yes,
Memories of Youth
JJB
“Youth is happy because it has the capacity to see beauty. Anyone who keeps the ability to see beauty never grows old.”― Franz Kafka
“Youth is wasted on the young.”― George Bernard Shaw
“What a weary time those years were -- to have the desire and the need to live but not the ability.”― Charles Bukowski, Ham on Rye