50 Years On

Form: Raven’s Rovi Sonnet 57

I lived in the suburbs trailing out from town
An overlong train on a wedding dress
But that old town was no beautiful gown
I lived in the suburb hidden in bells
In slate grey steeples behind the church clocks
Before the churches became swish hotels
When ladies stepped out in their Sunday frocks
But the then and now has no parallels
Even my old house has lost its finesse
And I no longer wear shorts and white socks
I’m not the kid who wore a scowl and frown
While rushing to the bright red bus for school
We change with the times that’s a golden rule
Shorts and white socks; well, that was never cool


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