I wish I was 15 again
with my flares, long hair
No cares just free
playing with the American kids in the fields
loving their hippie style
the girls were so cool
my sister climbing out her bedroom window
to smoke grass with her boyfriend
she was so pretty, so crazy!
I would ride my chopper bike for miles
deep into the country underneath such blue skies
while US fighter bombers flew overhead
pretending I was in Vietnam
thought I was John Wayne
but I was just me – trying to find a reason
I had so many dreams
so much hope that I would find the right path
Dancing with girls at school discos
the smell of Brut and mothballs
Playing in goal for the school team
they say keepers are mad!
listening to Neil Young
wishing I was him
boasting about football match violence on Saturdays
when really, I ran away
Especially against Spurs!
Drinking in the local pubs
Dad taking 12 strangers out to dinner!
Looking at my brother – he got all the girls
Mum dressed up tonight like Elizabeth Taylor!
It’s 1974 all my problems are way ahead of me
just to go back for one night
to see Michael Kelly
Who said today we’re all young Boys
one day we will all be old men!
Oh! How right he was…
Sam who always wore his vest over his orange nylon shirt…
we all Loved Amanda Tombs
kissing our pillows each night
those days are no more
yet they remain forever in my heart
like an eternal pearl trapped inside an oyster
in the depths of the deepest sea
M C Bolton June 2020