Producers are making films
On the decades of my life.
I'm sitting there, and
I think out loud:
I remember that!
At the Henry Ford Museum
They've displayed my Radio Flyer
And wooden Yo-Yo.
I lost them long ago.
Flea Markets sell postcards
Of Grand Bend Beach and Casino.
I bet my life there.
I've been told
My steel tubular kitchen set
Is retro.
I didn't know.
Classic Car Shows
Put barrier ropes
Around VWs.
They were cheap,
Dependable.
And everything's back in vogue,
'cept me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is brilliant...and so very true. Our old memories are becoming the retro art of generations who will never be able to say We were there. A great poem.