Took out the old record player
With the intention to use it
Thing of the past, another layer
Listening to long gone music
Remembered the past, memories gone
How we broke the future to sell it
But it's all scratched, like a song
Playing the vinyl, I'm a relic
There's more wrinkles on my face
Even more shaking in my hands
Another antique, out of place
Just an old man nobody understands
Does anyone write poetry anymore
There's crumpled paper on the floor
Who even reads poetry anymore
I'm a relic who writes some more
#darkpoetsoul copyright ©️ Chris Smith
Apr 19
Apr 19, 2026 at 4:08 PM UTC
Took out the old record player
With the intention to use it
Thing of the past, another layer
Listening to long gone music
Remembered the past, memories gone
How we broke the future to sell it
But it's all scratched, like a song
Playing the vinyl, I'm a relic
There's more wrinkles on my face
Even more shaking in my hands
Another antique, out of place
Just an old man nobody understands
Does anyone write poetry anymore
There's crumpled paper on the floor
Who even reads poetry anymore
I'm a relic who writes some more
#darkpoetsoul copyright ©️ Chris Smith
