I think of days that used to be
When I was young and fancy free
When I would wallow with the frogs
Or bring home cats and old stray dogs.
.I’d often bring on Mother’s ire
By chasing engines to a fire,
And tease the girls with wriggly worms
To see if I could make them squirm.
Now that I’m old and past my prime
I do the same things all the time.
So long as I can be with friends
I’ll do them all until the end.
When I was young and fancy free
When I would wallow with the frogs
Or bring home cats and old stray dogs.
.I’d often bring on Mother’s ire
By chasing engines to a fire,
And tease the girls with wriggly worms
To see if I could make them squirm.
Now that I’m old and past my prime
I do the same things all the time.
So long as I can be with friends
I’ll do them all until the end.
THOUGHTS OF YOUTH
By: Frederick Laird
By: Frederick Laird
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