I once was windswept and interesting………

My hair was long, they called me shaggy,

It was the 70’s and ma jeans were ripped and frayed and oh so baggy,

Ma hair was curly, black and long,

It stuck to ma beard and kept me warm,

Young and naive, the world was my oyster,

A coming of age, no haircut for years,

Still can’t believe all those stupid fears,

The music eclectic,

Zeppelin, Floyd, Grandmaster Funk,

The beginnings of rap and the beginnings of Punk,

Glam rock, Prog rock, folk and disco,

And all the wonderful music coming from Frisco,

Got my first job, got my first car,

Bought my first pint and played pool in the bar,

Smoked my first joint,

Lost my virginity too,

Scary thing is she’ll be a pensioner noo!

Some memories still vivid, and a few regrets,

Can’t believe I was so stupid and yet,

Here I stand.

They still call me shaggy,

Although my hair’s fucked off,

I wus in tatters,

It was traumatic,

No more locks knotted and tangled,

Afro comb in the bin,

Sad and embarrassed,

Confidence shattered,

But why had it mattered?

But now it’s cool,

More so in winter,

No expensive shampoo,

No hair dryer too,

Just a chamois and polish,

Or a beanie or a hat,

And for the most part I think I’m happy with all that.