I’m a Classic.
There’s no masking it.
I’ve made mistakes,
sat in idle,
and threw a fit.
Every morning, noon, or night,
I fed our ferocious appetite.
The need to speak;
were words unsaid.
Imagination knew no height.
I’m a Classic.
Lost in time—long passed it.
I miss you every day,
Mornings, Noons, and Nights.
Forever a memory, a dusty relic.