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WHEN I WAS YOUNG.
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Memories of Youth
When I was young……….
We’d holiday at the seaside.
Where I’d climb the rocks,
Catch fish from the piers.
Swim in the deep blue sea.
From off sandy shores.
Though now I’m old……
We still holiday at the seaside.
I now watch my children climbing the rocks,
Though the pier’s long gone now, as are the fish.
We dare not swim in the murky brown sea,
That crashes on to a pebbly shore.
What will there be for my children’s children?
