poem by: Frank Byrne
Written on Sep 30, 2017

"I'm stuck in a time warp, and still I'm just twelve years old,
once again I'm playing football, my memories are 24 carat gold.
My mind turns back the decades, as Father Time moves painfully on,
but it's me running onto that through ball, in the form of my young grandson.
As I watch Our Joe play football, it's me in the strikers role,
yes, it's me twisting, and turning, as I score another wonder goal!
I love being stuck in a time warp, my memories I will always behold,
and as long as I watch Our Joe play football, I will forever be twelve years old."


Tags: Happy, Sad, Love, Rhyme, Wishful,

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Christopher Russon commented on Sep 30, 2017 at 1:17pm
Excelent poem Frank and true we guys never grow up.ha ha
Frank byrne commented on Sep 30, 2017 at 2:27pm
Thanks Chris.....yeah, I don't want to grow up!.....thanks again for your comment mate.....enjoying your poems on pigeon.....great stuff!...
Cecilia Crasto commented on Oct 01, 2017 at 12:09am
In our mind's eye we all remain a certain age, your's is 12 mine 15...another one of your nostalgic, well crafted poems Frank, love it.
Frank byrne commented on Oct 01, 2017 at 1:30pm
Thanks Cecilia....I had so many good times as a lad....sprinkled with a few, not so good......but playing football was my life!...and watching my little grandson play (he's not so little now)....made me wish for my young days....that's all I can do now is close my eyes, and drift back......
D'Vina Ramirez commented on Oct 01, 2017 at 3:05pm
Aww this is really cute, I like it a lot
Frank byrne commented on Oct 02, 2017 at 9:39am
Thanks for you nice comment D'Vina....glad you like my poem...


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