Running wild and carefree
YOU have lots of ailments in later life,
Getting old is a rotten thing,
You forget how to talk right,
You can't even sing,
Your voice gets all croaky,
Your mouth gets all dry,
Some days you just want to sit down and sigh.
Thinking of days when you were young and carefree,
I used to run wild when I was a child,
Roaming all over the countryside,
Climbing hills with my friend Billy,
Acting daft and being silly,
We played on the beaches amongst the sand,
We waded in the water hand in hand.
At six in the morning we each awoke from our sleep,
We crept out of our houses to meet pals in the street,
A gang of us went to the top of Marsden cliffs,
To pick all the wild mushrooms that surrounded our feet,
We went on a journey to Blackberry Hills to pick some wild berries,
Then we went home happy and merry,
Oh, to be young and carefree.
Kathleen Anderson,
Gaskell Avenue,
South Shields.
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Last Updated:
23 July 2008 12:48 PM
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