The Ageing Rocker Reflects Poem by Alan Sandham

I am an ageing rocker
And my pony-tail is thin,
My generation rockchicks now count regret their only sin;

I never learnt to play guitar,
Or drums, or anything else,
But I sit in pubs
And young folks' clubs
Where enthusiasm wells,
And comment freely on their songs
And tell them what really sells;

But my sense of rhythm's almost gone,
And my rhyming isn't right,
And my opinions, almost always wrong,
Count for nowt, it's them who own the night.