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April sixteenth is known as “The Record Store Day”,
The old “seven inch” vinyl type of music way!
Drop by those old Record shops and take a quick look!
Memories of old stomping grounds of a cool nook,
Join the groovy “nostalgia seventies” sway!
I heard an old song on the radio
And I remembered you
And the times we shared.
I thought of the way we once were
Before time separated us.
Once it seemed we would last forever
Then we slowly grew apart.
I heard an old song
I was once again close to you
Until the last note died.
We had a calf when I was not quite ten
Named inky he was never in his pen
My Granddad got mad and I got sad
Inky was the best pet I never had
We took inky to the stinky old sale
Where I cried by a rusty old rail
I think of that black calf and his pen
And the way boys grow to be men
vacant days of big fat cats
little old ladies with big
white hats
summer naps followed
by soft summer nights
turning into silver
dreams of.....
conjured up lovers
and riding machines
pasting in books of
innocent looking guys
with high flying schemes
brothers tender then
hostile; old loves gone
cold........
waiting for a ring
by a small black phone
Oh the good ole days,
why can't today be
the good ole days.
Thinking of those days
long ago, when old age
was on the horizon
childhood just a step behind,
yesterday just a memory,
childhood memories when
things so carefree
today the present,
will be those good ole days
when old age is here and
we once again wished we
were back in time
and oh, so care free.
wrote 12-31-06
every year
the same old words creep from your lips
the same sweet scent of you enters my nose
the familiar high is not so envigorating
every day
the same old smile has lost its luster
the familiar eyes have hollowed out
the sweet voice has faded into a gentle whisper
the familiar face has faded
the sweet voice has been silenced
the sweet scent has disapated
yet the feelings remain
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Classic rock bands and hilarious comedians all use to entertain me,
but now when they perform ancient relics are all I see.
If you're an old time singer or comic celebrity
here's some advice from yours truly.
Continue releasing your records but don't make appearances publicly
because you've all gotten old and if the truth be told it depresses the hell out of me.
It sure is a drag this thing we call mortality.
PHOTOGRAPHS
Our old photographs –
Hundreds are sitting around
In dust-free drawers
Unlike poor Dorian Gray
The faces places don’t change
The photographers –
Wife and I are old and gray
Waiting for the day
When relatives take over
We reborn stir in our graves
Let’s hope there are smiles
When those envelopes open
Wrinkled faces gone
Memories of youthful days
Our ghostly presence new dawn
OLD – PAST – OVER (triple Tanka)
i love those old tunes
played on my old victrola
there’s a needle scratch
but I don’t care it’s times past
all those carefree days that passed
laying by the hour
listening to a simple tune
over and over
dreaming of my comely lass
who’s whispering “i love you”
drigo’s serenade
and by mischa elman played
over and over
i dread this moment’s end
old days old loves over
Me Grannies old fridge
You’re gone now
Good service given
A machine just a lump a collection of metal and parts
Machines just work or don’t
When they stop they go
Service - what nonsense it’s a human term
Just fantasy and imagination games of my mind
Working for twenty seven years
Granny departed nineteen
Out you go then
Thrown there back of a truck
Sadness a silliness watching you go down the road
Me Grannies old fridge
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