When I was much younger I wore a purple shirt

With a sky blue hat which didn’t go, and didn’t suit me at all.

I spent my pennies on Aero cappuccino bars and magazines where you had to collect each issue to make a model. I never completed them.

There were times where I had no money left to buy bread, milk, or cheese.

I used to sit down for a day each month when I was tired but never rest for long each day.

I’d ring door bells and leg it, and eat Chewits until the dentist would shout at me.

And I kicked balls against walls

And drink full bottles of Tia Maria in one go

And I’d accept every dare knowing risks would follow.

I’d swim butt naked in lakes and never wear a jacket in the rain.

And always wear shorts.

I wore shoes of ill-purpose and eat without worry

And demolish cakes and chocolate bars like breathing air.

My morning would be filled with coffees and Vimto in excess

And beers, beers, ales, and beers would pass my lips daily.

I’d hoard Manchester City badges, shirts, and programmes.

And now I find myself paying rent, bills, wearing sensible clothes, not cursing, and trying to be healthy

I try to lead by example. Set a good name. Play the good game.

Less football, more rest. Less TV, more reading. Less news. Less worries.

Maybe I don’t really wanna know how the garden grows

I’ve lived and practiced and made mistakes

So now I’ll live, love, and make new mistakes

You’ll be shocked and surprised

Am I slowing down? No. Just starting.

When I carry on, until I’m old, I’ll try to wear shorts.

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Inspired by my Mam’s love of the 1961 poem Warning by Jenny Joseph.