My Radio
By franzenneee
I woke every morning, and slept every night with a bass
FM for morning jazz, and AM for midnight chass
Behind the batteries of music is a lad
Is the Man, we called Dad
He's the first among all gadgets
The first we heard, and also the best
Before Mark Zuckerberg, before the lad on the phone
Is a Man who sang a lullaby, with you alone
Radio, exerts efforts
But media accepts the appreciations
Radio almost broke down
Yet you just look down on the phone
Golden year, and September
The radio was broke near the door
The man we always knew was now a stranger
Trend is embraced, and love over pours.
In a world where moderation fosters
Is a world, desperate for the truth of unknown
Future is appreciated, and past was been illicit
The radio of life, is slowly decomposit
Love was never been a tradition
And efforts indeed deserves appreciation
Cherish and Care for your dad, for your radio
Because not everyone has like that,
Like you do so.
To every children around the World,
#Rape #Trash #Grinder
Respect never shows gender
After the third week of June
Hope the respect and care will never fade as soon.
