I believe my talents faded away yesteryear.
With coded lines and an electronic wave-
It’s been far too long since I wrote, I fear.
Looking back on amber trees that stood austere,
Carven words and mellow sounds are what I crave.
I believe my talents faded away yesteryear.
Tin can sounds with gimmicks filled my ear-
Thus they pushed my Words away, though they didn’t deprave
It’s been far too long since I wrote, I fear.
A medium with restriction quite queer
Enlisted my skills as an apologetic knave
I believe my talents faded away yesteryear.
Dastardly yet courageous, a newfound premier-
Became my master, and for a while I, its slave
It’s been far too long since I wrote, I fear.
‘Twill be a while before I sit down to revere
And force my belief to sit down and behave
I believe my talents faded away yesteryear.
It’s been far too long since I wrote, I fear.