Ode to a type of film being put to pasture.
The news is out. The end is near. I’m almost in tears.
Kodak’s quit on what the’ve made for 74 long years.
They’ve pulled the plug on Kodachrome–it will be no more.
They’re forcing me to digital I’ve never tried before.
I’ve got this little camera–I think it cost twelve-ninety-five.
With Kodachrome my pictures seemed to almost come alive.
The blues were blue, the reds were red and yellows, oh so bright.
I don’t know what I’m gonna do, it doesn’t seem quite right.
Of course I can use Tri-X and take pics in black and white
Or Ectochrome for slide shows to bore my friends each night.
I can process these things at home. I know what it’s all about
But my wife opens up the door and lets all the dark leak out.
I never was much good at taking picutres anyhow.
One time I snapped a pony and it came back as a cow.
If Paul Simon can sing about it then I can write a poem
About the wondrous film we’re losing–good ol’ Kodachrome.
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