Now i'm getting old and grey
I think back to yesteryears day
Cricket I watched and wanted to play
I started as scorer one day in May

Allowed to practice with the older chaps
Might even play one day perhaps
Second team were a player short
Faced the bowling out caught

Trudge back to the pavilion not much luck
Could have been worse it wasn't a duck
Picked at last for the first team to play
Arrived at the ground its raining to my dismay

Next match I opened the batting
Scored some runs while playing on matting
I didn't like all that time in the field
I preferred the pads on bat to wield

I tried fast bowling was not to be
Innings complete off in for tea
Cucumber sandwiches and scones for me
All washed down with a mug of rosie lee

Resume play after the Break
Other team attempting our score to make
Losing wickets at a fair old rate
Last one out the games on a plate

After the game a drink in the inn
Winners and losers friends again
Waiting for the next practice day
Sort the mistakes we made in the play

Those summers have now past
Just memories now gone so fast
Wishing I could play and how
All I can do is watch the game now