Being Twelve

I wish now at 12, to my future self

I'd written; safely put away.

A letter all about lifes joys

that I could read this very day.

For at 12 I used to think a fart

the funniest thing on earth,

I simply couldn't reason why

the girls didn't share my myrth!

I wore the skills that I possessed 

regarding undoing a bra,

like a certificate I'd need someday

to help me journey far!

My body seemed to have started,

to do the strangest things.

Girls had become a distraction

as if my mind had grown wings!

Collecting girlfriends like "football cards"

was quite the thing to do.

Never just a single one,

I'd always have a few!

I wasn't quite sure what we should do

a boy and a girl together,

there was always something else to do,

it was always football weather!

I'd just discovered 60's music,

the 70's stuff was OK.

"The Bay City Rollers" didn't really do it

but "The Slade" I'd sometimes play.

Now...

At 64 it's the simple things,

I have a favourite hob

and am building up to retirement,

from my part-time job.

Here I am at 64 

you would have thought that I'd know better...

but I might just go find a pen

and write myself that letter!

I could ask my wife

if I could practice on her bra and revive

I think it's most important,

to keep those skills alive.

Mmmm?

...I think those thoughts I'll go shelve

and just go back to being twelve