in the late 60s and early 70s
I'd go down the town centre.
outside the pubs
and at the bottom cross
old guys would hang around
chatting, smoking, caps on
or bald heads shining.
They all looked the same to me.
Meanwhile my older brothers and their friends
were in and around the clothes shops
and especially the record shops
looking cool
in their flairs, full-length leather coats,
long hair and fancy heeled boots
now I go down the town centre
see the same old guys
standing outside the traditional pubs
and lingering at the bottom cross
passing the time of day
but they can 't be the same old guys
they'd be over a hundred now
it's the once young guys
the long-haired louts
touting Hendrix, Beatles, and Led Zep albums
in their arms to impress the girls - and their mates
now they've become the old guys
right down to the cloth caps
who'd have thought that
in the revolutionary year
of 1968?
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