Someday the songs that we have loved
will not be played on air.
Music belongs to the young,
not the old with greying hair.
As we boomers file retirement,
or pass beyond the vale,
our boast that rock would never die
is past its date of sale.
Its' hard to do the hustle
when your hips no longer hop
When dementia runs epidemic
more than lyrics are forgot.
When your sitting in the Nursing Home
awaiting your ice cream.
You'll most likely be listening
to someone Else's teenage dream.