Rearranged

Rearranged

In the journey to this point in life
I've weathered joy and pain and strife
and as I've counted up the years
I've marked times passage, not with tears,
but like the rings within a tree
I count the changes that I see.

In my youth I liked long hair;
it was a style I used to wear.
Now in the mirror I just stare
longing for hair – but not everywhere.
It still grows 'round my cheeks and mouth
but all the rest is heading south!

Back in the day, the music was loud
and we'd dance all night with the Disco crowd.
Now our social events are the parking lot
waiting in line for a handicapped spot.
Money is tight and we're no longer proud.
We're now a part of the Costco crowd!

Cars were important when we were young.
A "Li'l Deuce Coupe" like the Beach Boys sung
or a "Little Cobra" sung by the Rip Chords.
Of course that was more than I could afford.
I had always dreamed of a BMW.
I've changed my dreams – a BM will do!

I remember the thrill on my sixteenth birthday.
as the weeks of worry and pending dismay
came down to passing my driver's test.
Now my worry as I wait in line with the rest
isn't parallel parking or senior derision –
it's wondering if I will pass testing my vision!

They say if you want certainty then count on change!
While some things are different and some just plain strange
don't worry 'bout your mind – you're not deranged.
Nothing is new – it's just rearranged!

Notes:
An entry for "SENIOR CENTER FORUM"  [ASR]
Prompt: One Day At A Time
Form: Quatrains with end rhymes.

Thank you for taking time to read my words. I would appreciate it if you took a moment and left a comment. Your reaction, impressions, criticisms, - yes, even praise are all equally welcome.

Ken