Not The Man Poem by Ted Middleton
Not The Man
Not the Man
Sweet thoughts now often fill my mind
Of early days, my memories kind
Of times when all was good and true
A growing youth - the world so new
The local matinee - Saturdays certain
A hero's perils, the closing curtain
Our milkshakes, sodas, fancied sweets
The squeaking of those folding seats
When wild abandon and lack of thought
Was legal tender for thrills we sought?
We knew it all and we so 'hip'
We'd give that 'good advice' the slip
To once more run from dusk till dawn
To treat fatigue with young man's scorn
To know again those times so sure
Not knowing what age holds in store
Oh what I'd give to go back then
A young man brash and fit again
To know that youthfulness once more
That zest for life - its breathless awe
'You haven't changed' friends say so kind
I smile - but know they're not so blind
With dimming eyes, so plain I see
I'm not the man I used to be
Ted Middleton
their youth or happier moments in their lives. Its my contention that
the reason so much of this memory dwells upon our youth and childhood
is the relative innocence of and voracity with which this period was
lived by us. The importance of our children to us and preservation
of their innocence, I believe, is directly attributable to the mindset
that 'childhood' once experienced, must be passed on for enjoyment to
the next generation intact as much as possible.
With this in mind, I wrote 'Not The Man' which is a drift back of
my own thoughts and could be an experience recall of anyone of my age.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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