Is there still time for you and I?
After years of syncopation
This bow-legged base
Will it stand?
After the stress it has already endured?
Rust can be removed,
But the shine and smell of “new”
cannot be recreated.
It’s old and beaten
A Model “A” that still runs
Old school Atari that powers up
It ain’t pretty, but it works
And it’s known…
Will we accept what seems predetermined?
Or are we determined to not accept?
Will it ever completely die?
Is there time for you and I?
