Golden Oldies Poem by bob barci
Golden Oldies
Golden oldies are on the player.
Oh how they bring me back.
Back to a time
I never thought would leave me.
Carly, Mick, Elton, they remind me of
the times I want to be back in.
Perhaps throw in a touch of today
and enhance that time.
Golden oldies, they make me think.
Where was I then?
What happened to me now?
Never thought I’d be here.
Golden oldies,
am I becoming one too?
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