Today, with e-books, Amazon, and small quantity printing techniques, self-publishing is far less expensive. The satisfaction of writing for the sake of sharing memories is worth the experience. With that note, the following lyrics:
GOT TO WRITE
I decided to write a BOOK, so others could take a LOOK.
Make those memories COOK, and net a catchy cover as a HOOK.
The readers could FISH. That was my WISH.
To Nibble at all those DAYS and take them away from today’s TECHNOLOGICAL RACE.
So, I wrote long hand over COFFEE AND MUFFIN,
stirring cream and sugar and, suddenly, out of seemingly NOTHING
that ‘hard drive’ between these old EARS,
downloaded through the YEARS.
Like an 8mm. Projector, with film, running the wrong way AROUND,
covering all that lost GROUND.
Hey do you still remember that Bell and Howell’s PROJECTOR’S SOUND?
Watching on a screen made from a BED SHEET?
That 3 minute Kodachrome reel flickered was SO NEAT.
There was splicing cement kept handy, and if it broke, heaven’s TO PETE!
Those days projected would be MY BOOK.
Memories are magic, they can create a warm SMILE
and take us back to the days of quarts, pints, 1954 ,
the British Empire Games in Vancouver and the famous Roger Bannister
and John Landy FOUR MINUTE MILE!