Fashion
When I was young I looked for a look
To be in a tribe and find my hook
It was body shirts and flared trousers as the go
And platform shoes made a show
But as I got older it became less of a thing
With being neat and tidy was what I'd sing
And with the years became a wiser thought
With middle of the road styles as I sought
Fashion it seems is for the rich and famous
With disposable income the main discourse
As we dwell on our image for the world to see
But there comes a time when what-ever will be.
© Paul Warren Poetry
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