The summer’s in doubt
and I’m happiest in the sun.
Walking down Oxford Road,
I don dark shades.
There are young students. I’m a sad old git,
can’t carry off the trends now.
The summer used to last forever,
now time’s slipping by.
Once I drove an open top MG
in the Cheshire countryside.
Now I fantasise how life could be
if I were twenty again.
The summer’s in doubt,
more so year on year.
Don’t throw my smile back at me,
I don’t want to live on the margin.
and clinging on.