The piercing shriek pains me
and I flinch, look round
and see pre-teen smiles on brace-ridden teeth.
I think, not for the first time,
I'm too old for this.
I stand and watch today's popstar crush
Strutting his less than manly stuff
and try to ignore the cries of woe
When I announce to young gig goers
It's time for us to go
©cih17, 23:56, 15.11.17
starcline - less a blog, more a derailed train of thought
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- clinestar
- Part time poet, full time librarian, student of the delights of milk chocolate. Likes books, milk, paddling, poetry, scribbling, chocolate, notebooks, sea, piers. Not necessarily in that order. All work copyright cih.