Nothing happened/moved me
a clock struck, a door slammed
and with the stupefying brilliance
of a super-nova
a new decade of optimism slapped my face
and welcomed me to the dance.
I wore a technicolour/psychedelic shirt
a hippie hat and shades,
tried to look cool, remember my youth
but the photographs couldn’t lie,
I didn’t look that way in ‘69
so why now fifty years on?
A blink ago in 1999,
on the threshold of the third millennium,
dates would start with a two not a one
computers would crash, planes too,
tonight, twenty years on, there’s nothing
we blew it!
just half the world burning, the other half drowning.
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© Graham Sherwood 01/2020
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