AM I THE ONLY ONE . . . who enjoys listening to old songs occasionally?

My wife passed away in 1986.  I spent most of the rest of my 40’s and 50’s as a single man.  Back in those days, there was a period of about twenty years when I had several different lady friends.  Without pointing fingers, I’d just say those relationships, for one reason or another, just never seemed to work out. 

Each time one of them failed, there would be a period of time where I’d mourn the loss of a kindred relationship, but eventually I’d move on. During those times of mourning, I’d often spend the time that had normally been spent entertaining my lady friend, just reminiscing and writing. 

In those days, my writing consisted mostly of poetry.  This poem was written during the after effects of one of those relationships that had recently ended rather abruptly.

©By: R.L.KingFrom the book Memories & Time ©2017

Old songs playin on the stereo, volume cranked to the max.
“Time keeps on slippin” as you spin a couple more tracks.

“You’re the one that I love” blarin from the speakers
you’ve turned on all the woofers and turned up all the tweeters.

Neal Diamond sings “Song Sung Blue” you’re living in the mood.
…Since the day she left you’ve done nothing much, but brood.

 “Busted flat in Baton Rouge waitin for a train”
you understand the feeling, your heart’s in constant pain.

In “Lonesome Loser” “unlucky in love,” is what they say,
unlucky you might be, but she never loved you anyway.

“Ready to take a chance again” by Barry Manilow,
seems to set the mood, but you’re already in the flow.

The Jackson Five belt out “Never can say goodbye”
but after you pour another, you’re damn sure gonna try.

“Cold as Ice” by Foreigner might be more your speed,
she got everything she wanted; her heart was filled with greed.

“Never can say goodbye” Followed by “Cold as Ice
opposite sides of the spectrum,,, glad they didn’t play twice.

Billy Joel has the best idea when he sings, “I’m Movin Out.”
It’s time you moved on, rather than just sit around and pout.

“I’m Movin On,” by Rascal Flats, a song that should have played,
that’s the mood you’re in, though at times you’re easily swayed.

The Supremes’ sing, “Stoned Love.” You want to sing along,
but you’ve been samplin the “wares” …can’t remember the song.

Then came “Get it On,” by some guy called T. Rex.
Not sure what the songs about, but you’re thinkin it was sex.

Old songs playin on the stereo volume cranked to the max
“Time keeps on slippin” as you spin a couple more tracks.


Gramps use’ta say
©R.L.King2012 #250

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