This Grand Old Piano
This old grand piano stood weathered and worn,
Remembering her finer days,
When classical music resounded aloud,
As fingers on ivory keys played-
This old grand piano stood weathered and worn,
Wishing for her maestro’s return,
But heartache and sadness grew greater each day,
And at times she felt bitterly spurned-
This old grand piano stood weathered and worn,
Alone and dismayed with despair,
Then hope was instilled one morning in May,
When a tuner came in and repaired-
This old grand piano stood weathered and worn,
As a craftsman walked through the door,
With loving skill he began renovation-
'Til splendor was fully restored-
This grand old piano no longer weathered and worn,
Reminisced about days of old,
The auctioneer’s voice rang out loud and clear,
“This grand old piano now SOLD”
Copyright © Genevieve Mika-Stevens | Year Posted 2016
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