#NaHaiWriMo — old/ vinyl

History never sleeps 
It keeps changing its clothes
Hides in the creases

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Everything aches now
Knees, ankles, fingers, hands
My eyesight worsens
I move ever more slowly 
I begin to miss my youth

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All that music
Played late at night in secret
Hidden in my heart

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Keep the records dusted
Organized however you wish 
The needles sharp
Replay all your favourites 
Sing as loud as you can