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Giggling teenagers on a bus sowed the seeds for this poem. They were being rather unkind about one of their teachers.
It took me back to the days when I used to think that when you reached the age of 40 you were old and well over the hill.
How pleased I was when I reached that age to find out that this was definitely not the case.
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                                                 Beverley
GOLDEN AGE MEMORIES
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The young people today, think it can't be true

That we once felt the same way they do

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When looking at us they can not believe

That we too were once young and carefree

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Ready and willing to give of our best

And that our men too had hairs on their chests

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Even now when we see a handsome young man

With slender hips and broad shoulder span

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We think back to times when firm young buns

Made our fingers curl and our thoughts turn to fun

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We find ourselves uttering nostalgic sighs

Whilst thinking about all those muscular thighs

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For as we grow older, we don't really forget

But just accept that they are harder to get

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So we make do with remembering how

It was in those days that are over now.

Gretna Green
GRETNA GREEN

 

Five times I've visited Gretna Green

But not once has it been

With a man holding on to my arm

With a handsome face and manly charm

But that really does not bother me

Because he'd just be husband number 3.

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