Meet my best friend, Mr Wireless,

I’ve known him years and years.

We’ve laughed a lot together;

Together we’ve shed tears.

He wakes me in the morning

With news from round the world,

News of earthquakes and agreements,

Troop withdrawals, rockets hurled.

He talks to me of people,

Of lands both near and far,

Plays me tunes on the piano,

Or conducts an orchestra.

Yes, we grew up together,

And I remember yet

The days when Mr Wireless

Was Little Crystal Set.

Accumulators then he had,

And did in valves rejoice;

And I had to put on headphones

To hear his muffled voice.

Now I hear him very clearly,

He doesn’t need to shout.

From sitting room to kitchen

He follows me about.

Meet my best friend, Mr Wireless.

The last sound I shall hear

Will be that well loved voice of his

Receding from my ear.

The Complete Works of Sangharakshita, volume 25, p.448