Ode to a Record Player

December 5, 2008
By John Neesan BRONZE, South Plainfield, New Jersey
John Neesan BRONZE, South Plainfield, New Jersey
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Ode to a Record Player

The vinyl spins in a meticulous
manner. The music emits its wonder.
Scratchy, and slightly distorted. But
miraculous nonetheless, how a simple
tune can bring you back in time; back to that
era. the vinyl has aged, and so have you. But for
some odd reason, the music has kept its youth.
Every lyric sung still has the same meaning.
But yet, why have we changed so much?
It's as if parts of us have been lost within
this contraption. It knows all of our secrets,
but it would never tell. It only speaks through
the music. Ah, the record player. Such a clever
body of knowledge. It knows us better than we
know ourselves.

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This article has 3 comments.

Lori said...
on Mar. 30 2009 at 11:33 pm
What a wonderful poem . A true talent

mnels said...
on Dec. 16 2008 at 2:52 pm
What insight and soul this young writer has, he indeed has that magic needed to be a gifted writer.

Nursekacy said...
on Dec. 16 2008 at 2:19 am
Sooo Much insight,at such a young age..

Enjoyed this Piece, and looking forward to reading More from this young writer...

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