1974

happy childhood memories

It was nineteen seventy four,
An autumn morning, dull and grey
The young boy in the hooded jacket,
Recalls the games he used to play

As he stares across the playground,
At coloured, plastic, seated swings
They remind him of the summer,
And the joy that summer brings

In a blaze of bright, warm colours
Racing, rolling, on green grass
The cool and clear blue sky of summer,
Was filled with happy, gleeful laughs

He did commit himself completely
To his happy, summer friends
And the new games that they taught him
He hoped that summer would not end

Now these times have gone forever
And there are good times still to come
Unlike nineteen seventy four
Would they ever be such fun?