Where are those days of unbound joy?
Of happiness just for the moment and
living for the shared social whirl
of real ales and board games?
They are in my childish past;
back in the days of youthful abandon
where responsibilities were given little
thought, as they were the realms of others.
But I am now one of those others.
I am a husband and father, a head
of a household in need of upkeep so
neighborly do-gooders do not look upon
the abode with snide, holier than thou
sneers upon their twisted faces.
An original poem – please seek permission before reproducing in any way.