Time, Bottled

Time, Bottled

Way back then,
music was just a
student’s sing-along:
Teach came into the classroom,
opened his keyboard, and sang.
The songs might have been
written by Pavlov:
we all just sang along
and we never forgot
Oh, Susanna.

Later
everything became an anthem.
Every song was meant to
save the world. Everyone
still sang along, but the lyrics
had become holy writ,
carved in stone
to show us The Way.
John Lennon was a god.
Imagine.

Nowadays
many of us are still radioheads,
but we’ve shifted our focus;
become Public Radio News junkies

But
when the time comes
we’ll just open the bottle,
click our computer or maybe
tap a couple of iPhone buttons,
go out humming an oldie-but-goodie.

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NaPoWriMo 2024
Day 17
~Time In A Bottle~
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