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Gently weeps
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Gently weeps |
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Walter Poe Senior Member
since 1999-10-13
Posts 787 |
He sits in the corner Strums his old guitar swathed in empty shadows He pulls melody from air You'll never see his tears As he sits fingers in flight You'll never see him beg Watching day turn into night In his youth he roared and smashed bitter chords He Played with the echoes As feet pounded board Now is the twilight As his eyes slowly fade He plays for lost memories Lilly's gilded, girls laid They no longer see him This old music man Hearing only sweet tone Not friend nor band. The silence is coming He sees between songs He coughs and cry's pretends to be strong He lies down to sleep never again to wake Long nights and cold days Not even a soul to take I aint as good as I once was but I'm as good, once, as I ever was. - Toby Keith |
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Lori Grosser Rhoden Member Patricius
since 2009-10-10
Posts 10202Fair to middlin' of nowhere |
You tribute man and music well here. I love your ending with the implication that he played his from soul until even that was all gone. Wonderful piece, enjoyed it very much. Lori  |
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BluesSerenade Member Patricius
since 2001-10-23
Posts 10549By the Seaside |
You are a fine poet...I'm deeply moved by your words...and the gilded lilly's. Yea that!!! Really nice reading. |
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