Clean and beautiful they once were

Our ears now so dirty with no cure

Music used to sooth and curess

Yet now our ears are pounded and stressed

 

Is there only one tempo now

For all to March to with a scowl?

Lost in the reverb of modernity

Scarecely heard through uncertainty

 

Our house was a very nice house

With variation of sounds waving through

Not pounding or care seeking

One might hear themselves speaking

 

My ears are trained to what they like

Gentle colours and moods not spikes

So sad to be strapped to the future

When such beauty is left unnurtured