A fad is over,
Before I know of it.
By the time I hear
That something’s a thing,
It’s already done.
New dances, new fashions, new food,
New art, new wine, new tech,
Each has a moment
That slips past my ken,
And then,
It’s gone…
Quick as a wink…
Like yesterday’s news,
Except to be fair,
Pink hair,
Which I saw and said…
It’ll last a year,
I’m sure never two.
But still it’s here.
And rap, as well, a fad no more,
But a graybeard genre,
That, heaven forbid,
I’m getting to like.