45 RPM

Written by: Wilfredo Derequito

45 rpm tossed aside
spinning again no more,
old, unwanted turntable
cruelly cast out of a door;

in the attic kept away
gathering dust silently,
not unlike a transient life
to the end pointing surely;

music fading, we following,
fleeting like a crazy dream,
meaningless and forgotten,
no better than a 45 rpm.