Lost Naivety

Rave on! He sang in perfect time, With sweeping greasy comb, I watched him from the big armchair, He thought he was alone.   In the mirror straight ahead, He scrutinised and posed, And tried his moody Elvis look, Shame about the nose . He shrugged his shoulders, Curled his lip, And re-arranged his hair, Moved back, to check his purple suit, Of me, still unaware . I see us both, in my mind’s eye, Me ten and him nineteen, That Friday night, in fifty nine, When rock was King and Queen. I know I laughed as he turned round, But still he had the style, To gently pull, On both his cuffs, And wink a knowing smile. Now here I stand, in sixty five, In my Italian gear, With Chelsea boots, and Beatle cut, My future bright and clear. I scan the mirror just like him, To check that I’m still fab, And sure enough, With my slim tie, Turns out, I’m just the dab! I sing the tunes, And dance the dance, And once again I look, Into the mirror, near the chair, I’m on the road he took. That happy road, of youth and hope, Of laughter, fun and friends, That on reflection passes down, Goes on and never ends…