Tuesday, 30 June 2009

thirty-four

Before

Back in the day
When Jackie was a man's name
And Petula Clark sang
And football fans cheered and had stripy scarves

Back in the day
When tower blocks were luxury
Concrete was exciting
And colour came up in the grey

Back in the day
Of mini skirts and pirate radio
When the grass was bright green
And men had long hair

Back in the day
My dad wore flowery shirts
And had shoulder length curls
And my mum wore mini skirts

I wasn't there to see
Or hear or taste or smell
But back in the day
Is a place I feel I know

2 comments:

  1. Thank you for the great poem. I think I know what you would like to say, and my dad wore flowery shirts too.

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  2. I like to say a lot of things. Sometimes I just cant assemble the words!

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