I put on my headphones
Just kicking back and listening
To the music from my youth
The songs that I've been missing
I close my eyes and take a trip
Down the road called memory lane
Knowing that the music of today
Just isn't the same
I listen to the groups
Singing their great songs
Wondering to myself
I just cannot be wrong
The music from my younger years
Was the greatest of all-time
The melodies were sinple
The words all seemed to rhyme
I miss the music of years gone by
Memories so fond
I know that time can't stand still
Music like life keeps passing on
10-4-20/RjH
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I miss it too. Music, like poetry are forms of brainwashing so you probably had time to listen and enjoy but now you dont