The Old Phonoghaph
A two-tone case of blue and white
to house euphonious delight
It graces still the table top
on which it played its first “Doo-wop”
I’m thinking of my younger days
and of a million record plays
Nostalgia grooves with every spin
to satisfy the mood I’m in
The Beatles, Kinks and Rolling Stones
“No satisfaction”, Jagger moans
And Disco lives yet with the sound
of Vicki’s ‘Turn the beat around”
For holidays and Christmas cheer
“It came upon the midnight clear”
Still resonates in lovely tones
and “Silent night” still chaperones
Although it’s aged along with me
there is no better company
For rainy days to disappear
my phonograph of old is here
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