by val » Fri Jun 01, 2012 9:30 am
The Guardian has a Saturday poem each week, some are interesting others not so but a good variety. This one rang a bell!
Still
By Dennis O’Driscoll from ‘Dear Life’
I know my type.
And I’m not impressed.
Throwbacks to an earlier age.
Set in our ways.
Getting more retro-looking every year.
Our dress code is old hat.
Our interest in networking sites is zilch.
Creatures of habit, we still insist
on written confirmations,
hard-copy documents.
Still hanker after printouts,
passbooks, cheques when
all about us bank online.
Still look to a wristwatch for the time.
Peruse the smudgy broadsheets for our news.
Spoilers of the nation’s
vibrant image, its youthful
gung-ho status, here on
sufferance, surviving
past our die-before-date,
we fool no one with
our claims to feel
first rate, thank God.
Not a bother. Tip-top shape.
Touch coffin wood.
One of Ogden Nash I remember is -
" the trouble with a kitten is that
eventually it becomes a cat"
I quite like Mick Imlah.
Cheers all.