Out along a snow-flecked street,

Two giggling girls I chanced to meet;

In play that saw them free from care,

Their breath like smoke upon the air.

 

Face to face with hands locked fast

They jumped for joy as I walked past.

Bobbing to a silent rhyme,

Taking turns in perfect time.

 

I've said goodbye to sixty five,

But the youth within me came alive,

And I was minded to delay

My walk and watch those girls at play.

 

We miss so much as we grow old,

When - truth to tell - we should be bold;

And now each time I walk that street,

Two giggling girls I hope to meet.