He knows her refrain by heart;
The recriminations about a life
That didn't live up to expectations.
And the children whose first words
Had made a new man of him
Now growl at his inability
To keep up with the times.
And they don't play the music he knew.
And there's way too many car horns.
And the news isn't that great.
The newsreader looks good though.
Yes, old men can lust
And the men who knew him
when he was a boy
Are too far away to call
And, like him, don't understand this web thing.
Or they're dead.
And the memories of sound
Are the sweetest things he hears.
No, he won't wear a hearing aid.