Shenanigans

I know I’m growing older by the day –
Things that I’d have bypassed years before
Strike me as discordant as I slow
I ponder, as I walk, grey hair in tow.

I see it on the news broadcast at night
A ‘poli’ has a problem with his tie
It seems they’re getting younger every year
The words they use leave me with pangs of fear.

Yet other things upset me this fine day
Where the sun is bright and any cloud is lost
The young man’s diatribe – I overheard
His comment on her clothes made my blood turn.

All down his left side, down his arm and leg
It stared at me – the face of a girl, undressed
Why be obsessed with body art, per se?
Is it a fad, or is it here to stay?

His shenanigans – no semblance of respect
I think back to my youth – will I forget?
Was it that long ago? Oh, how I’ve aged
I stop and tell myself; ‘it’s just a stage’.