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Reflections
The mirror, a reminder that life doesn’t stand still,
Happily, carrying on regardless, not yet over the hill,
I’m certain the face staring at me is someone I know,
There’s life in the old dog yet, I’m just losing my glow.
We like to look back on our youth, as we grow old,
Winkle pickers we once wore, with attitude so bold,
We tend to remember events with specs tinted rosy,
Our shoes fastened with Velcro now, feeling so cosy.
Some sported hair laden with Brylcreem for style,
Impossible today, as hair’s been gone for a while,
WAGS pat our bald heads, what’s that all about?
With a cap on my head, am I still in with a shout?!
I remember weekend dances in my youth with affection,
Walking girlfriends home late; to ensure their protection!
Also the good times spent in coffee bars and The Grand,
Nowadays shuffling home from wherever, needing a hand.
In a conversation one day a youngster patronisingly declared,
“You oldies don’t understand us, our lives can’t be compared,
You never had smartphones, computers, the internet and more.”
I replied, “that’s why we invented them, what have you in store?”
Be content with the vagaries of old age, no need to get stroppy,
Smile as your bits head south steadily, becoming more floppy!
More years have passed in our lives, than those that lay ahead,
Memories of past times to savour, although some best left unsaid!