Space cadet

Me?
in the twenty first century?
am I Buck Rogers?

some smart alec says,
‘ more like Roy Rogers ‘

But
I’m here and somehow
I made the cut.

Making the most of the most
I can be
and why not?

I could have been ‘toast’
‘ brown bread ‘
( that’s probably the Cockney
seeping out of me )
he said.

I still moan and complain,
possibly
I am the still, the same

it doesn’t feel that way
It must be something
different.

Change is the chance we’re all looking for
or maybe it’s by chance that we’re changed.

Whatever!
I never expected to be here
in the year
twenty-nineteen
I could have been
remembered.

© 2019, John Smallshaw.