I miss my younger, fitter self, with aches and pains unknown
Maturity's crept up on me, my youth has long since flown
There's much I can no longer do like drinking all night long
Or pulling in the Tug of War, to the beat of Rugby songs.
It's simple things that I miss most, like picnics with some friends
In meadows where the grass would tease my bare feet and finger-ends.
I'd lay full length in soft, green grass, in Eden's Fields I'd reign
If I lay there today I doubt I could stand up again.
Tony Gardner
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