poem 4

[pauline]

Something strange is happening, and I am getting old
"It happens to the best of us" or so it is I'm told.
My youthful looks, my youthful gaze was just a youthful fad
Cos looking in the mirror, all I see is Dad.

Now that is not a bad thing, but I've seen better days
I look like him and talk like him, and have his awkward ways.
I could say I'm ok with this, but then you'll know I lied
although I see this old bloke, I'm still young me inside!

Johnny Storme