Like an old phonograph wound down
I am living out of time,
an echo in the refrain of a song
I cannot now recall, but whose tune
grows wearier by the turn.
Our children though are modern.
They are billions of bits scattered on nets
and copied peer-to-peer
with no loss of resolution.
Do they really think
they can play like that forever?
Thank you for reading The music we sing together. I sincerely hope you have enjoyed it and I humbly appreciate your visiting the Book of Pain. As always, I look forward to your comments.
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john
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The mood of this feels similar to something I have been experiencing lately, a bit of sad nostalgia I guess! I enjoyed reading it 🙂
Thank you, dear! It’s true, but some poems go that way.
I love ….an echo in the refrain of a song …Thank you for writing
That is very kind of you. Thank you! That sort of memory hits me often…too often, sometimes. 🙂
It hit me when I read those words… Songs and humans! Thanks for writing
🙂
nothing like a good cheerful pick me up, things will get better poem.
Ouch!
Ahh, I love how you have sculpted this. The contrast between the past and the present is so beautiful!
Thank you very much! I appreciate you taking the time to drop me a note.