A question of age?


What happened to those winter days
what put them all to flight
remember mornings crisp and clear
that followed starry night

Can you recall those icy times
the frozen window panes
those slides we made along the lane
so many snowy games

What fun those snowball fights we had
despite frost bitten hands
in soaking woollen Christmas gloves
a present from our Gran's

How things have changed since we were young
It's not that many years
And yet it seems the world's gone mad
with PC tears and fears

No sliding in the playground lads
no ball games are allowed
in case you fall and hurt yourselves
just stand and shout out loud

And girls your screaming's much improved
gets louder by the hour
I'm fed up with the kids today
or am I getting sour?

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