Grandkids ask, did you hear that song?
I answer no, my radio’s gone
Radio? Just use your phone!
No, runs the battery to the bone.
Did you see that movie “Nothing to Lose”?
No, I’m waiting to tape it
And watch when I choose.
Tape it? No one uses tape anymore
Really, Grandma, get with the score
I answered, well then record, like recorder
That’s what I meant, trying to restore order.
I guess I won’t mention
45s, or 78s, that we listened to
Doubt they’d even have a clue
But those musical discs made of vinyl
Make my decision and statement final.
Music, whether taped or recorded
Is something I’ve always hoarded
I love to hear it, puts me in a mood
My choices of listening are sometimes viewed
As old fashioned.