Can I be old enough
To remember milk churns at the roadside awaiting
collection,
Ernie on his milk float bringing bottled milk to
the door?
Can I be old enough
To remember the first broadcast of Dr Who,
Cowering behind the sofa at the sight and sound
of daleks?
Can I be old enough
To remember Grammar School green regulation
knickers,
And hiding to avoid running round the school
hockey pitch, boys gawping?
Can I be old enough
To remember the long haired, long robed freedom
of the hippy years
And now see these clothes marketed as ‘vintage’?
Can I be old enough
To remember walking 20 miles, much of it
barefoot,
And still feel able to do the same, but knowing
I can’t?
Can I be old enough
To have worked all my life, and suddenly to stop?
Of course I can!
With Spring in my step and joy in my heart!
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