TWO GIGGLING GIRLS
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.