Hark! Hear the song of youth
The zest of tender years
Enthusiasm’s verdant burst
Cross innocent frontiers
The zeal for pastures new
Fresh lust for life each day
The zing in step and fettle
Their zany springtime way
And hear their laughter on the wind
Their youthful chatter sung
Their appetite; vivacity
The anthems of the young
Back to school! Oh great! I think not!
To catch the bugs and nits
Side step the playground bullies midst
Those kids with pus filled zits
To duck the banter wagon
Avoiding drugs and drink
To hide away in lavatories
Whilst snatching forty winks
To tolerate the teachers
Save those who froth and foam
And watch the classroom wall clock til
It’s time to come back home!
Back to school! Oh great! I think not!
Homework issued every day
Arithmetic and reading books
A bore! I want to play
With bans on almost everything
No gadgets or iphones
And games that might just make it fun
Save breaking any bones
With all the rules so rigid and
Consequences pretty hard
Back to school! Oh great! I think not!
When are hols next on the cards?
For what is age if nothing more
Than a count of years gone by
A measure of the days once lived
Just numbers in the sky!
For there appears another view
That might be the real deal
For one thing is for certain that
You’re just the age you feel
For older or still wiser and
Improving every day
Age is the wine or fruit ripening
The clock unwound per se
For what is age if nothing more
Than a count of years gone by
A sum of numbers clocking up
As seen in the mind’s eye!
Ginz&Tonic 