This poem was inspired by an observation of alternative living. Group living seems to follow the hippy uniform.
Don’t be a hippy, and don’t be a suit,
Don’t be a Sloane, and don’t be alone.
Just arrive happy, and be a recruit,
Join the cluster, and be full blown.
life without being standardised,
Focus on the good not the best.
Good is nourishes and organised,
Best is markets and rankings and tests.
Good is a roof beam cut straight,
not imported timber stamped and neat.
Good is a loaf from shared sight,
not a trophy sourdough photo cheat.
There is no uniform to start the day,
Some will come in pressed shirts.
One comes in boots caked with clay,
Some will come in woollen skirts.
Some wear boots, others wear trainers,
But it is the work that binds us.
It’s not the fabric that makes us gainers,
It is the teamwork without a fuss.
We can have a group without Uniform,
To come through the door looking different.
We don’t need specific clothes to perform,
We just need to provide and be persistent.
Don’t be a hippy, and don’t be a suit,
Don’t be a Sloane, and don’t be alone.
Just arrive happy, and be a recruit,
Join the cluster, and be the backbone.
Poems in the same Uniform Series