Trousers Poem by Ray Feasey

Haven’t they changed lots over the years?
From baggy high waisted to drainpipes and flares
From cotton to jean and now track bottom black
That shine and create static when taken from rack

There was a time when they were patched and sewn
To keep them pristine when you’d places to go
As prosperity came these repair tasks just ended
People replaced damaged with new, never mended

The gentry strode around in Oxford bags, such flair
Most youngsters had drainpipes and combed back hair
Yet that wasn’t to last as economy grew
And flares so wide covered many high shoes

You had to have the right trousers each time
Narrow or flared the wrong choice was a crime
Yet see how it’s changed to a mix of them all
All the different styles displayed in shopping mall

As society changed and becomes ‘throw away’
With prices by scale lower than yesterday
You have to laugh when paying more for less
As you wear ripped or faded and torn out ‘for best’