Feeling Nostalgic for the Twentieth Century. (New longer Version)

 

Feeling Nostalgic for the Twentieth Century.

I am feeling nostalgic for the other century I`ve lived in,

The colourful clothes,

The lack of mobile phones.

I am feeling nostalgic for rent of just a few shillings,

For ten bob notes,

For threepenny bits weighing down my jeans,

For cash in hand,

Not virtual pounds the Bank devours each night,

Filching my wealth when I am safely sleeping.

I am feeling nostalgic for hitch hiking for laughs,

For getting a lift from Apex Corner to Leeds

Just because I fancy a trip along the A One.

The last time I stopped a car was in Baden Baden,

But that was because the bus broke down that day.

I am feeling nostalgic

For making love at first sight,

Not waiting - waiting - waiting until the time seems right

Close to the hundred and thirty third dinner date.

I am feeling nostalgic for the freedoms I once had,

The freedom to roam across international borders

Without buying a visa or having my passport stamped.

I am feeling nostalgic for setting up home with a partner

Who is not a native of the country I happen to live in. 

I want back those days before carnivore Banks and Brexit

Hemmed in my well earned time and hard won spaces

For illicit commercial reasons.

I am feeling the need for taking some random chances,

Before there are no choices left to make.

Trevor John Karsavin Potter, 

17th. - 18th. - 21st.- 24th. February 2022.