The Death of the Hipster

 

The washed out blind, withered sign a rusty lock

Ghosts of once revered artisans decline the knock

Crust crowned bottles an artist’s whirring needle silent

Transitory moment in time, we judge what it meant

 

Cool, stylish ,chic, they wanted to be in

Einstein like iterations of tonic and gin

Child portion glasses no ale gather dust

A moment in time the paddle a must

 

Gone the  critique of the artisan

Today aloneness, box delivery of bottle and can

In solitude decorated arms for none to see

A simmering yearning to be

 

Tucked in the corner of a bar with a tattooed friend

Days, of whiskers, waistcoats, inked needles at an end

 

 

Much vaunted wax in beards can wash out

Sheep like trends end with no doubt

That one’s arms of ink can nay be shed

Testimony to shallow times until you are dead

 

Light ales and Ed Sheeran slip away

For our hipster dawns another day

When tweed, hair gum and beards no longer remain

Will he ponder bodily graffiti with disdain

 

 

A new dawn, sense, rage and yet sun, unchanged will appear

Passion, denim, hairless faces and full pints of beer

Men will have gin , and beer of narrow choice

Craft ale, one chord minstrels no more the voice

 

Our lonely hipster real music, and fashion he can chase

In melancholy his total past cannot erase

Blue ink fades on ageing skin

A hideous relic of when faux chic was king

Copyright ST Feb 2021

 

One More Time

 

Just one more time you catch my fall

But you no longer can you hear my call

 

Just one more time walk through the door

Alas life is cruel, you pass  no more

 

Just one more time you hold me tight

Protect me in the dark of night

 

Just one more time to see your face

Smile with pride when I won the race

 

In times when you were not there

In my heart I know you care

 

You taught me how to change a wheel

Things that matter that are real

 

In selfless toil, hard work bereft of joy

You fed and clothed your girl and boy

 

A man who put himself aside

My friend my mentor and my guide

 

Time passes quick  to who knows where

A life when you are no longer there

 

I would trade all the riches I ever had

To fix my bike once more with my dad

 

I thank the Lord that regrets I have none

It’s too  late to change when we are gone

 

Memories happy and sad will never recede

Of a loving man, my friend devoid of greed

 

For many years I have not had

My friend, my best mate my Dad

 

You have left love and warmth in my heart

And our souls will never part

 

Your love to me you gave it all

Enduring love, forever to catch my fall

Copyright ST Feb 2021