I press the button eagerly.
What messages await me there?
I sit in rapt attention
Settled in my easy chair.

BLEEP! "Your mother, son. Why don't you call?
Have you forgotten me!?"
BLEEP! "The cleaners here. It's ready."
BLEEP! "The bugman comes at three."

BLEEP! "Our tee time's set for 12:10
So be there before noon."
BLEEP! "This is your doctor calling, Mike.
Let's check that bump out soon."

BLEEP! "Sir, we have got a deal for you......."
BLEEP! "Congrats, friend! You have won...."
BLEEP! "The FOP needs your support........."
And the bleeping thing goes on!

Now, the sun has slowly dropped behind
The ridge of yonder hill
And the night is fast approaching with
The coming autumn chill.

The birds have made their southward run,
The night is calm and still.
The world revolves around me
Just outside my window sill.

My mother passed ten years ago.
Oh, God! I miss her bad.
My golf clubs rusted from neglect
Just like the friends I had.

The small bump I ignored so long
Has now become full-blown
And, so I sit, a quiet man
Afraid and all alone.

So, when I'm filled with strong desire
To recall good times back then,
I take out old tapes that I have saved
And play them once again.