“What school do you attend?” asked a young man of me.
Thinking I might attend one of the colleges in the community
“I don’t attend school”, I answered quite coy
Here we go again once more
My youthful state a distracting bore.
He seemed uneasy as he learnt that I worked
Though I wore a polo shirt and jeans
And comfy sneaks upon my feet
The disappointment rang through as his voice subdued
And in almost a whisper he wished me farewell
So happy he was to leave this place no doubt, I could tell
So I continue to be an attraction to the young
but a distraction to the old
who can’t quite seem to place my face with an age that would encourage or discourage their approach