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Written April 1, 2014


I hear the piano pounding through the years
From the old bohemian man across the way
Who's clearly lost his way
In the old abandoned attic above Mr. Guthrie's railway
The strands of lightless lights across the room
Like clothes lines in a Bavarian countryside
Or zip lines to lands far away
His mind does wander from time to time about the time that's passed away
His dreams are only sand in the hourglass
Down to its last grain
Despite the arthritic pain
The piano sounds of a child's exuberance
A teenage prodigy with plans of Carnegie Hall
Not the elderly man who sits before us, cane in hand
With only his hope to lose
Only his dreams left to pawn away
Yet there is still beauty in the old bohemian man
Who's clearly lost his way

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