Tapes. - Poem by guy lipmore
Death of the Tape.
Holding them close to my chest,
I know it is for the best.
Just found it hard to throw,
Knew I had to let go.
So began a ‘terrible’ sin,
I place them in the bin.
The emotion just escapes,
As I reluctantly release the tapes.
To me, it is ‘shock and fear’,
Others may mock and sneer.
Hope I do not have any regrets,
For betraying the video cassettes.
As I gently release,
I whisper, “Rest in peace.”
Well another seven,
Gone to ‘cassette heaven’.
No easier to let them go,
Again, knew I had to.
Then I did contemplate,
What, if I needed a tape?
Therefore, a ‘few’ I will retain,
To ease the ‘guilt’ and pain.
Fate of the Tape.
The future waits,
For a few hundred tapes.
Various stages of ‘death row’,
Stacked on shelves and in boxes for their time to go.
For all of them I will miss and grieve,
The ‘chosen few’ will get a reprieve!
In my heart, there will always be a place, I will never forget,
For the ‘hallowed’ VHS video cassette,
Damn new technology and that usurper DVD,
The ‘cause’ of this tragedy.
VIDEO, “Good Bye,
You’ll never die”
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