Out Of Time

Apart from all the rest of them,
Alone amid the throng
No matter how much I’ve tried to fit in
Always left on the outside,
My nose against the glass

Dreamt of ponytails and bobby-socks,
Or tie-dyed minis and go-go boots
Being one of the screaming girls
Watching Frank Sinatra,
Maybe even the Beatles

Wishing I’d been born sooner
Back in the ‘good old days’
Yearning for a life that isn’t mine
One only read about
Or seen in old movies

Why have I always felt this way?
Out of step, out of sync,
Out of place,
Out of time…