大象传媒

Bank Holiday is supposed to make you glad
When I think of mine it always makes me sad
On that Monday way back in nineteen forty four
Getting ready to go away,I really found a chore
Can I go out,to play,I kept pestering my Mum
It's sunny out and inside,I really did feel glum
A boy of twelve a girl of eight across the road I see
I wonder if I asked them if they would play with me
My Mum relented so off I went as happy as could be
To play with these children who were two evacuees.
Let's play shop the girl said while sitting on the grass
With little stones for sweets on little plates of glass
Then they started quarreling the boy began to shout
He picked up the stones and glass and threw them all about
I was busy playing and looked up in the sky
Not knowing of the danger the glass fell in my eye
The sight of my right eye I lost so many years ago
I have not let it worry me,although Im sixty four
I bear that boy no malice,my time has been well spent
Besides he could not help it,it was an accident
I only met him once again in nineteen sixty two
As we stood there face to face,he didn't know what to do
With tears in eyes he grabbed me,didn't know what to say
I said just forget it now,it's many years away
So when I think of all those years he's had that on his mind
To come back and find me,I really thought was kind
But now as the years have past,and memories fade away
There is but only one thing to you that I can say
Forgiving and forgetting,be happy and content
No matter what the Ups and Downs that your life has sent
But now that I am older,and getting rather grey
I think back a little easier now to that Bank Holiday

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