Thank you for the Days......

poem by: Frank Hornby .
Written on May 15, 2018

"Lying on the grass, after another game of football,
those are the days I just love to recall.
Cotton wool clouds, drift across a warm blue sky,
Ah, I'm a teenager again...so vivid in my minds eye.
One of my mates nips across to old Linfords farm,
comes back with big Jaffa oranges, two or three on each arm,
we all sat there just talking, the way young lads seem to do,
having played a game of footy, for an hour, maybe two.
No cares in the world, life is just good, clean fun,
as we lay there all chatting, in the warm summer sun.
None of lifes problems, ever got in our way,
as long as we had a football...for hours we'd play.
That time was so peaceful, lying sprawled out on the aromatic grass,
it's only now as an old man.....that I realise, how time quickly does pass.
I'd love to "go back" for one last game of football...say hi to the lads,
and shake hands with them all."

 

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Christopher Russon commented on May 15, 2018 at 9:45pm
Great poem Frank those were the days. Those days will never come again at least Not With the same kind of joy.
Frank Hornby . commented on May 16, 2018 at 11:14am
Yeah ...you're right Chris....but lying in the sun yesterday, took me straight back to the great times I spent with my mates way back in the 60s......thanks for your nice comment mate....as usual..👍🏻...
Smokey Wraith commented on May 18, 2018 at 12:00am
The imagery in this piece is on point, I felt like I was there the whole time. I wish I could have had a childhood like this but unfortunately I grew up in a mostly urban setting so large buildings and concrete all around.
Gyen Abubakar commented on May 20, 2018 at 8:09pm
It's Great, Frank. Expressing your feeling has earned you the highest point. Keep it up, brother!
Frank Hornby . commented on May 29, 2018 at 1:00pm
Smokey....Gyen.....thank you both for the really nice comments...👍🏻✌🏻...

 

 

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