My childhood days have long gone by,
On windy days a kite I’d fly,
Play whip and top on the road,
Might even have seen a toad.
Dad made me stilts, it made me taller,
When I was up there he looked that much smaller,
Then we’d get out all our marbles some red other green,
The a sort of shade in between.
Trees I’d climb, what fun to do,
Even with a hole in my shoe,
Knock down ginger was the in thing,
Tying up knobs with pieces of string.
Good old times to look back upon,
Years gone so quickly now they’ve all gone,
No more whip and top no gladdies in the gully no climbing trees,
No seeing toads cause now they’ve got all concrete roads.
So now I watch my grandkids play,
Its all computers here today,
They’ll all have bad eyes those silly lasses,
Perhaps they’ll have to wear some glasses.
I’ve reminisced while by the fire,
A nice warm drink then I’ll retire,
Then lay in bed and dream a while,
Of being a child in days gone by.