The Last Song… a poem/song

You’re a damaged song

All your lyrics are wrong

How did you get this way?

Where is the child

That was carefree and wild?

What happened that dreadful day?

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Alas I can see

The image is me

No music left in my soul.

A strumming of time

Without rhythm or rhyme

Has finally taken its toll.

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Where once was an opus

Of treble clef notes

And bass that rippled the air.

Are now broken tones

Solitary, old bones

Displayed on a sheet of despair.

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Author: What Words May Come

Hopeless romantic; joker; father and grandfather; husband; sportsman; part-time writer;

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