Again for Me

Are we honouring a dead music.
Keeping it alive like some symposium.
Forgetting the value it once had.

The meat grinder of nostalgia
takes a lot of feeding;
and what comes out at the other end.

Well that is best left unobserved.
When will they grow old
and become teenage ciphers no more.

On and on ploughing a fallow path.
Making what was once a joy,
indentured; an intolerable yoke.

Come sit with me a while
and sing the songs of your youth.
Singem again for me.


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