Back in the nineteen fifties he was in his glorious prime <br />And he was the great champion who inspired the bards to rhyme <br />But now he's a mere shadow of the man he used to be <br />Our prime years go so quickly or so 'twould seem to me. <br /> <br />You tell the primary school going boy about the one with silver hair <br />And he will say that frail old man seems fit for the wheel chair <br />In his prime in the fifties that seems so long ago <br />Of the faded heroes of the past I do not wish to know. <br /> <br />He does not give a second thought for one so frail and weak <br />His heroes in their twenties at their physical peak <br />He does not show much interest in one time has made gray <br />A champion of the fifties the old man of today. <br /> <br />A champion of the fifties back in the distant past <br />And time goes by so quickly and nothing seems to last <br />You tell the boy about him and he will only say <br />He seems so old and wasted he has known a better day.<br /><br />Francis Duggan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/he-has-known-a-better-day/
