Wistful

I'll tell you a yarn
Of a summer's day
Where the sun shone bright
And we had time to play

Climb high mountains
Paddle through streams
Did all those things
We promised in our dreams

Jumped out of
A perfectly good plane
Landed with a bump
Then did it all again

Took a bungee jump
Off a bridge so high
It felt for a lifetime
That I could fly

Sat by the fire
Shared stories and more
You never once told me
That I was a bore

Raced in fast cars
Through winding hills
Wind in our hair
Loving the thrills

Visiting places
We'd longed to go
Carefree as the rain
Or a flake of snow

But those are just stories
Something in my head
May be pictures I've seen
Or stories I've read
Not a drop of truth
Just a heap of desire
Which life has seen fit
To disrupt and conspire

To consign it all
Forever and a day
To wants and wishes
And lacklustre dismay
May be it's time
I realised the truth
That wants and wishes
Belong in my youth