Staying young

When I was young
Life seemed so full of choice,
And as a coil to be sprung
Or a choir in full voice,
All energy and volume raced,
To every chance and opportunity,
Each new experience embraced
Without a shadow of anxiety.

Young I wish my spirit stay,
However great my years.
To find the joy in each new day,
Storing memories as souvenirs.
Don't let routine or duty
Suppress my capacity for fun,
But instead see beauty and comedy
In everyday until lifes done.

by Izzy Silver

Feeling sentimental, a poem.

An ode to a rose-tinted childhood

My childhood was not so long ago.

Outside all summer, collecting

Creepy crawlies, toads, butterflies and freckles.

Inside all winter by the fire reading a book.

(Children's hour on tv being just that, one hour)

Today childhood is all buttons and lights,

Whatever the weather watching tv,

On laptops and the very latest Galaxy i-lumiphone,

Collecting nothing but facebook friends and trolls,

(and clips of cat and dogs in clothes, and pranks gone wrong).

How I wish the only trolls they knew

Lived under bridges with an appetite for goats,

But at least unlike my great-great-greats

They know nothing of polio, cholera or TB,

(or war or rationing or teacher wielding canes)

And these days rose-tinted glasses are cheap

So we can have pink coloured days,

(But lets go outside and enjoy the sun,

and picnics, rain and puddles, wind and kites)

By Izzy  Silver