I play back on the eight track
but the sound sounds so cold and
now there’s the iPod
it’s all gone digital
I must be getting old.
I had an eye pad years before
when I was a little scruff
it never played any music
but it made me look
real tough.
The Walkman talkman speaks no more
the Dansette is a relic
of a boom, post-war,
now everything fits in a room six by four,
I must be getting old.
And if they miniaturise me
how tall will I be?
will you still be able to see the
spot on the end of my nose?
God knows, but he don’t say
he’s a bit like the walkman
I must be getting old.

© 2015, John Smallshaw.