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.


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.


Lie in the drawer, no need to fear.

No trashcan for you, you are too dear.