While I sit and write this poem,
My eyes overflow with tears of pain
As I think of that lovely violin
That shall not ever play again.
Alone atop a shelf it lies;
For many a year it has lain there.
Dust covers and dulls its once bright surface,
Yet nobody seems to notice or care.
The music that once leaped from its strings,
Drawn from the moving of the bow,
Is now but a distant memory
Of the happy days of long ago.
Does anyone care for that violin,
Or what its fate will be?
It seems only one has a longing for it.
Only one person… Me.














Comments
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I believe in nature, and the beauty of a tree. The structure of the universe holds Gods enough for me.
Gone Chopin (Remembered Liszt) Bach in a minuet.
What bothers me is that they still don't care about it.
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Sigh... So many submarines, so little time.
Captain Tupolev, I await your command!
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I believe in nature, and the beauty of a tree. The structure of the universe holds Gods enough for me.
Gone Chopin (Remembered Liszt) Bach in a minuet.
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Sigh... So many submarines, so little time.
Captain Tupolev, I await your command!
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I believe in nature, and the beauty of a tree. The structure of the universe holds Gods enough for me.
Gone Chopin (Remembered Liszt) Bach in a minuet.
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