Meditations of Middle Age by Christopher Villiers
What right have you to be young and happy?
Sprawled on a bench with your goofy girlfriend?
Your face creviced with a smile so sappy,
Oh wretched teenager, when will it end?
Youth was frustration and thick spectacles
For me — why not for you — please spare me, please
Your unleashing amorous tentacles
In public view, I could catch some disease.
Yes I am jealous. My urge-hopes stuffed
Dead as an extinct curiosity,
I was a coward so I huffed and puffed
Till life withdrew its generosity.
If I’d been braver I’d have had my turn,
If I’d been less shy that could have been me,
Get into the shade or you’ll catch sunburn,
Try to forget beneath a cool tree.
© Christopher Villiers