I watched the silent movies,
Upon the silver screen…
Roy, and Rex, and Hoppy-
And joined them in my dreams.
I never stopped to wonder-
What difference sound would make.
But when the sound tracks came around…
I did a double take.
For I could hear the hoofbeats…
And hear the crack of guns…
Entertaining, I suppose-
Those first, and simple ones.
But then there followed “talkies”…
And voice came to the screen.
The mushy “love you, darlings”-
And “I worship you, my queen’s”.
But then the issues of the heart-
Steam from a kettle’s spout…
Fear, hate, and degradation…
These, too, came boiling out.
My mind retains the things I’ve heard
And all the things I’ve seen,
The things I’ve said to others
And the things they’ve said to me.
Sometimes I find myself alone…
And slip back in my dreams.
And wish that life were really like…
Those days, of silent screens.
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