Roger Clark

Rookie (12 June 1939 / Middlesbrough (Yorkshire))

Folk-Fest - Poem by Roger Clark

You look quizzically
At the years gone by;
Frowning at all those
Who've joined
The slide of time;
Your pony-tail
Is longer, greyer,
And your Tilley hat
More wrinkled.
You dance inside
To bits of half-forgotten tunes,
Still eating childhood's ice cream
Or sipping beer in cups
That are disposable,
Wishing you weren't;
And so, you frown.

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Poet's Notes about The Poem

An ageing 'hippy' tries to convince himself that he is not growing old and that he is still not 'out of place' in a folk festival.

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, December 5, 2012

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