LYRIC FOR SALE

By Thomas Guadagno

Is that me

A young man looks up and then,
In the mirror sees an older man
Sees a man whose hair has turned to gray
Skin wrinkled What to say?
I don’t feel this way, but yes, it’s me
Because my soul inside (still) feels young and free
Remember rocking in the 80’s
Saw more shows than TV
Had to find a phone booth (with excitement)
When you paged me.
Use to race around town without any care
Had to roll up the windows not to mess up your hair
No, that’s right, there were no buttons there
Didn’t care where we were going, You were by my side
She said no, not blind, let’s look at the Thomas guide
A young man looks up and then
In the mirror sees an older man
See’s a man whose hair has turned to gray
Skin wrinkled. What to say?
Dropped a quarter in the slot for
Printed stories, waiting to be told
Reading the news that was already one day old
We promised to dial each other up on the phone
or a letter from you would arrive at my home
Time has flown by, a new Century

Social media, the internet and this new AI
Sad to say but they’ve all passed me by

Website rivalry, Take a look at me
When all our knowledge came from the library
Their making books and songs now instantly
Just Robotic words with no TLC
A young man looks up and then
In the mirror sees an older man
Sees a man whose hair has turned to gray
Skin wrinkled. What to say?