Old School Music Poem by Magod Scroef

In the days of old, when music was pure,
The beats and melodies would endure,
The crackle of vinyl, the soulful sound,
Old school music, a treasure that's found.

From Motown to jazz, the rhythm and blues,
The tales of love, they would never confuse,
The smooth crooners, voices like silk,
Old school music, a remedy for life's ilk.

In smoky clubs, where legends were born,
The trumpets blared, the saxophones torn,
The piano keys danced, the bass thumped deep,
Old school music, a secret meant to keep.

The ladies swooned as ballads were sung,
The soundtracks of life, so perfectly strung,
With heartfelt lyrics, they touched every heart,
Old school music, a universal art.

From Ella's scatting to Sam's sweet soul,
The power of their voices, beyond control,
Their music transported, a time machine,
Old school music, memories pristine.

In a world filled with noise, chaos, and strife,
Old school music brings peace to life,
Its timeless magic, a melody divine,
Old school music, a treasure for all time.