Ode to the Walkman

Day 8: Prompt: Drawer, Form: Ode, Device: Apostrophe

 

Left in the drawer, untouched for years

Seeing you now, memory clears.

Your whirr going forward, your whirr going back

The click of your button, stopped in your track.

The tangle of tape when things went wrong,

Feeding back in that took so long.

But…

Oh! The freedom, your small size gave

And pleasure felt, hearing friends rave.

The joy you brought, wonderful sound

Modern marvel, technology found.

First of your kind, you led the way

Others to follow, to have their day.

So…

Lie in the drawer, no need to fear.

No trashcan for you, you are too dear.

Author: macmsue

I’m a sister, wife, mother, grandmother, auntie and friend. I prefer to be outside and am interested in photography, nature and different cultures. I believe everything on this earth has a right to be here but some things and some people would be happiest if their space was far away from mine. (Flies and biting bugs take note!) I don’t like housework and think dust is Nature’s way of saying, “This is my space, I was here first.”

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