When I see uniformed forms
Drifting past in a colourful haze,
Laughter, chatter and a youthful daze,
I am young again.

Of strapping lads and sun blushed girls,
Of aimless words saying, all else,
Out of shyness, fear or both
And I am young again.

I recall how you stood at my desk,
In an all but empty classroom;
I pretended to write and you pretended too,
But I felt, I read every word, in that chasm of silence.

The petals of foolish love have dotted my years,
And I indolently imagine
What you came to say that day,
And would life be in a different way,
I wish, I were young again...