Lament of a Music Lover
They lived and loved so long agoIn an age where romance was the key;
And not the thumping clumping beat
Of lust and shallow melodies.
The pioneers of music who
Were hailed as classics left and right,
Who sang of hope and freedom and
The flame of love that burned so bright,
They ensnared the lonely hearts
Of those who heard them far and wide,
From the soldier who huddles all alone
To the woman who holds her daughter tight.
So I would ask you, readers wise,
A question that weighs so heavily
On a cynical child, one such as I
Who laments at what the world will be
If rap and rock and songs of death
And blood are what our children hear
When they turn on the radio
And all unwitting lend an ear,
For where did all the tenderness go?
The gentle touch of lips on a hand;
Were they ousted by the likes
Of death and heavy metal bands?
All I can do is shake my head
And snap at all the youngsters who
Are close in age to me and yet
On music have not the faintest clue.
They ask me why I listen to
'Those old songs' jeeringly called uncool,
To Bing and Dean and Nat King Cole
Whom they insult, and more's the fool.
Yet their ignorance sorrows me
As the tracks of the greats are passed on by
For it is at their naïve hands
That the legacies will slowly die.
Poetry by Mklnay
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Written on 2010-11-12 at 12:35
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