A Poem - I wish I was young again

 I WISH I WAS YOUNG AGAIN/SUMMER 1963

I WISH IS COULD TURN BACK TIME

TO WHEN I WAS A CHILD

WHEN WE PLAYED

COWBOYS AND INDIANS

AND NO ONE THOUGHT IT WAS WRONG

WHEN WE PRETENDED

A STICK WAS A GUN

WHEN WE PLAYED

ROUGH AND TUMBLE

AND ROLLED DOWN

HILLS

ALL SUMMER LONG

WHEN WE MADE CAMPS

IN TREES

AND ALL OF US SCRAPED OUR KNEES

WHEN TIME WAS COUNTED

NOT BY THE HOURS

BUT BY DINNER , OR TEA TIME

AND HOW WE WERE SHOUTED

HOME FOR BED

WHEN THERE WAS ONLY

SATURDAY TV

WITH DR WHO

WHICH WE WATCHED

BEHIND THE SETTEE

WHEN WE WERE POOR

BUT DID NOT KNOW

WE WERE

WHEN COLOUR RACE

RELIGION DIDN’T MATTER

WE WERE JUST KIDS

BEST FRIENDS

EVERYONE IN THE SAME PLACE

OH HOW I WISH I COULD TURN BACK

TO THAT TIME

AND SEE ME THE CHILD

WHOSE MUM USED TO SAY

HAVE YOU BRUSHED YOUR HAIR TODAY

I NEVER BECAME

DAN DARE

NEVER BECAME

THE LONE RANGER

BUT IN ALL IN ALL

I JUST GREW TALL

THE POET WHO CAN

WRITE IN RHYME

ABOUT THAT

SUMMER IN 1963

WHEN LIFE WAS

SO EASY

FOR THE CHILD

WHO LIVES

IN ME

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Kev T Brown