As you get older you tend to look back
When looking forward for you is a hack
I remember I used to cut a style
In the latest fashion to make me smile
But now if I were to dress in this way
There would be more a laugh to say
But what I want to know is this
When did I become a parody of myself to miss?
© Paul Warren Poetry
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