Twelve has its tribal customs. But thirteen
Is neither boys in battered cars nor dolls…
Categories: Poetry
Tagged: adolescence, ageing, childhood, Phyllis McGinley, social commentary
Twelve has its tribal customs. But thirteen
Is neither boys in battered cars nor dolls…
Categories: Poetry
Tagged: adolescence, ageing, childhood, Phyllis McGinley, social commentary
Coming by night, furtively, one by one
They infiltrate according to the Plan
Categories: Poetry
Tagged: A. D. Hope, ageing, unsettling
High Hopes 1
The grass was greener
The light was brighter…
Categories: Poetry
Tagged: ageing, imagery, Pink Floyd, social commentary, song lyrics