Radio

Dancing to the gramophone, 

each other’s arms, moving slow,

constant crackle of yesterday as

  memories time fades away. 

 

Time moves on things evolve, 

hard days, but enriching souls,

Marconi, Tesla, others too,

bringing wireless telegraphy to you. 

 

There it sat on kitchen shelf, 

in those days beyond its wealth. 

T'was the time they gathered round 

  hanging on its every sound, 

bringing news from far away 

  of world events and darkened day.

 

Its meaning changed by the year 

  to another generation's ear,

people's lives in different stages, 

different paths, different ages,

playing memories of years past, 

sometimes connections that 

  forever last. 

 

In morning hours 

  a faithful friend, 

filling the airwaves 

  till days end. 

All kinds of information, 

news, views of 

  our vexation. 

distant thoughts

  come to mind,

thoughts now left behind.

 

Radio transforming lives from 

  suns first rays

  till dwindling light. 

From radio to stereo and 

  small enough wherever you go,

many styles many 'beats'

  pounding on suburban streets. 

 

The humble radio is 

  still around, 

in tinkering sheds

  it can be found 

 

When power's down 

  and online's out,

there's always the radio to 

  help you out.

Reviews

[Tim]

Great writing, Richard. I've been listening a lot to the old-time radio shows - The Shadow - Suspense - The war of the worlds... All the entertainment and news did indeed come from the radio. And we've watched generations change from radio to TV to Internet. But the radio should never be forgotten for the importantance it provided.