I waited there at Kensington Tube
My skinny teenage legs
framed by lemon yellow hotpants
and cute matching socks
chin up and posing
the cheap and cheerful
Chelsea Girl look
No second glances for me though
Despite my twiggyness
Despite the nervous shaking of
my thin blond mane
or thick eyeliner applied in vogue
neither the regular tune of the trains
nor the checking of my chunky watch
stopped the time
and each minute past the hour
Became a taunt
Until the truth struck
and mascara running
I rued my platform soul

Yes, this is me in the sixties!
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Your poem made me smile. Love the pic of you too. π
That’s lovely! Thank you Irene!
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