By Andrew R. Duckworth
I plucked a new strand of gray
Out of my hair today.
I’ll pluck out two tomorrow.
The pop stations are filled
With the unfamiliar,
My favored music relegated
To the oldies stations.
Some of those bands are still around,
But the kids will treat them
Like I treated the Beatles
As I was growing up, only giving
Them a fair shake in adulthood.
But tomorrow, they will wonder why
The kids don’t listen to good music.