“MUSIC APPRECIATED”

No country do I listen,

Nor Cajun either (much to dismay of a certain pair of twins in Texas),

Classical; Bach, Beethoven, Wagner to name a few,

Keeps me relaxed through and thru,

Old rock groups, Hendrix, Sabbath & the Who,

All bring back memories of misspent youth.

Getting older and tastes seem to change,

New wave, Kitaro, Yanni, seem to be my pleasure now,

It has less range & that is what I want, anyhow!

Still in all, doesn’t matter much,

What music is on, as long as its not just clatter,

Need music, of late, with meaning,

Tell me a story & there’s where I will be leaning.

But crank up the rap & out the door I will be leaving,

Or after a time, in the toilet I will be heaving.

I also get into the club dance sound,

It keeps my feet beating,

And I can feel my heart pound.

Oh my god let us not forget the Beatles,

As dad said, “That’s not music,

                         It will never last.”

Gee, Dad, I hate to disagree,

Now that you’re in no position to argue,

I guess it’s kinda a moot point,

But survive they did, well into the new century,

But I guess, to a degree, still out, here, is the jury…

                                                (ed)