There was a time when I was young
and still depended on my mum,
when days were warm and time was free
and events were kept fond in my memory

The days we spent upon the sand,
with crabs in buckets, spade in hand,
or out with nets on bikes across the field,
to go and see what the brook could yield.

There was a time when I left home,
for I was old enough to roam,
and mix with girls who were also free,
until one of those settled down with me.

In central London we did find,
a bedsit that suited for some time,
handy for the shops and shows,
and parks where anything still goes.

There was a time when we had just a dog,
to wake us when we slept like a log,
but later children played their part,
to teach insomnia is their early art.

Our dog would take us far and wide,
through woods and streams and ripping tide,
The children later took us further still,
the eldest had quite the strongest will.

There was a time when I'd stop and chat,
about my love for classic cars and that,
when days were warm and time was free
and I still had my memory.....

©Rhumour

May 1st 2010