Nightly they tuned the dial
To wonderful worlds of sound.
Broadcasts came through airwaves and
Captured everyone in town.
Sometimes they listened and rocked
To suspense and mystery;
Thrilling, dramatized tales from
Famous dectective stories.
Eloquent storytellers,
Comedy kings, queens and teams;
Radio's Golden Age stirred
Imaginations and dreams.
Preachers on fire for the Lord
Shouted, 'Thus saith the Lord.'
They denounced the devil and
Talked about a two edged sword.
We all forget things in time,
No matter how much we care;
But I will never forget
Who sat in the empty chairs.
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