The children are playing football in the park off of the street <br />The joy in their laughter it does sound so sweet <br />'Tis true youth is such a marvellous thing <br />Like the flowers of the fields that bloom lovely in Spring. <br /> <br />The joy of their laughter bring back memories to me <br />Of happy boyhood days of any cares free <br />In the Town park on Summer evenings we kicked the football <br />Such wonderful memories are good to recall <br /> <br />The years went so quickly and time did not wait <br />And I've grown grayer and slower and I'm putting on weight <br />The future belongs to the youth of today <br />Though they too will grow to learn that time quickly ticks away. <br /> <br />Some of those I went to school with now with the dead lay <br />And some are grand parents and their grand children play <br />The games they themselves played they run up and down <br />In pursuit of the football in the park by the Town. <br /> <br />As I walk to the bottle shop for to buy beer <br />The laughter of the children playing football I hear <br />Their best days approaching and mine in the past <br />But time keeps on ticking and nothing does last.<br /><br />Francis Duggan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-joy-of-their-laughter/
