Work in Progress
I'm not one to keep up with the latest fad
I don't think I ever have
I've never been fashionable, on trend on point
Heck, I even dance like a dad
I couldn't tell you who's topping the charts
Or how on earth influencers came to pass
All they seem to do in my book is smile and pout
Tell you what to wear or think, are they having a laugh?
In my day the only thing which influenced me
Was the Friday night alcohol too blurry to see
Hiccups on the way home from the pub
Chilli sauce on my kebab too fiery for me
The only Tik tok I ever knew
Came from my grandmother's front room
On the wall from a cuckoo clock
Sitting proudly high above I really wanted one too
The only X and a Box I ever saw was in a game of noughts and crosses
Or playing Battleships on a paper pad
Aircraft carrier sunk again, I'd sulk for my battle fleet losses
Out of sight of my parents
I'd go out to play away from home
I could have been abducted by aliens
I didn't even have a phone
Whisked away to far flung galaxies
I think they had those way back when
Not the Starbursts kids have today
And I'm sure Wham bars were much bigger then!
Or is it I've just got bigger now?
And greyer on me bonce
Or am I too fussy now?
Spotting each and every nuance?
In my head I'm still a teenage rebel
Not even sure I had a cause
To my kids now I'm so old and creaky
Do men have a menopause?
So here I stand but mostly sit
At a crossroads I must confess
I was started nearly five decades ago
And am still, a work in progress