Days gone by,
go by again.
We buy, spend,
re-purchase all but
our mis-spent youth.
The best kept vinyl
transfered to cassette
re-placed by compact disk.
Flairs, stitched parallel,
un-sewn into bell bottoms.
But expanding waistline
renders them useless this time.
And the important things in life
Days gone by, go by again.
We buy the same shirts
for our sons, as our fathers swore that:
Our grandfathers once wore.
I had a gran-dad shirt too,
a string vest and a beige
ribbed cardigan for Sunday best.
If only someone could invent a pill,
that would halt the whole ageing process.
But I guess, we'd all be typing this
with two fingers on a Remington.