The 80’s Tech
I remember as a teenager having my finger at the ready
To push the button on my boombox, I’d have to hold it steady.
I’d wait and wait some more, just waiting for a song
To record at the right time, sometimes I’d have to wait so long.
I’d finally get the song, and in the summers heat
My cassette would frustratingly melt, I would feel defeat.
Other times it would unravel, a pencil I would grab
I would have to wind it carefully, be careful not to stab.
When I finally got my mixtape perfected I would place
It in my Walkman happily, turn it up and hear that bass.
I still have so many cassette tapes, a holdover from my youth
To get rid of them would break my heart, and that is the truth.