Radio Flyer - 2011/09/21

My memory coated in nostalgia
Occupies a spot in the corner
With nightmares of the future
Beckoning throngs of mourners

Obviously soon to be replaced
Despite being a true survivor
Once a catalyst for adventure
Awaiting that ultimate driver

So then one day it disappears
By ways we were not proposing
Confirming the unspoken fears
That the great era is closing

Cry for that dear radio flyer
For it has just passed beyond
Never to return even to visit
As another day has now dawned

As a deep gentle voice speaks
Echoes of that the final word
Touch anybody who still seeks
Truth in aged visions blurred

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