I bet that as a child I climbed up many trees Sometimes in tears running home with cut knees I’d have played with Dinky toys and Hornby trains And jumped into puddles after pouring rains.
I bet that as a youth I was petulant and daft And sailed down a river on a home-made raft I’d have ridden on my bike for miles and miles Watching all the steam trains at railway styles.
And on a rugby pitch I’d have felt right in place Charging down the wing or lying on my face To clubs I’d have gone for the rhythm and the blues We’d dance through the night like we’d nothing to lose.
I bet I met a lady who would love me forever Who’d nurture our children and make us seem clever She’d always keep me warm on the coldest nights And be by my side when I get these frights.
I bet these things I’ve written may have all taken place But the end-game approaches at an ever-quicker pace I see it is the sort of life someone like me would need But the memories have faded like an old dried up seed.