Going to the office in school uniform – tie, blazer,
scarf, school shoes, school cap on my head with
two pigtails – because we’re having 1976 Day
at work and that was the request, I’m doing my
best to make peace with my altered appearance,
the blazer’s too small, it’s made for a fifteen-year
old after all, but I’ll get by, this might be fun, my
boss is the only other one who’ll also be in her
school wear, maybe Karen and I will make a
contribution to the commemoration at work,
I used to dream of dancing on tables at school,
now is my chance - arrived at work, NO, school
day is tomorrow! - to my sorrow, I take off every-
thing, tomorrow my kid needs her school uniform,
at least I had a dream...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
the age is more important to dance on a school table..... a thrill it is......