Free Piano

“ FREE  PIANO “



         THE AD SAID FREE PIANO IT’S YOURS TO TAKE AWAY
          I WAS NO MUSICIAN MAYBE I COULD LEARN TO PLAY
         THE PIANO RESTED ON THE SECOND FLOOR HAD BEEN THERE FOR YEARS
         AS THE MOVERS ROLLED IT OUT THE DOOR THE MAN BROKE DOWN IN TEARS
          I SHOOK HIS KNARLED HAND HE SAID I’LL NEVER PLAY AGAIN
          HE HANDED ME A LEARNERS BOOK SAID GOOD LUCK MY FRIEND
          THE PIANO OLD AND SCRATCHED STAINED FROM FOOD AND DRINKS
           BUT TO ME IT WAS BEAUTIFUL I WOULDN’T CARE WHAT ANYBODY THINKS
            I LEARNED TO PLAY THAT PIANO AND MY FRIENDS WOULD SING ALONG  
           WE’D LAUGH AND DRINK THE NIGHT AWAY BELTING OUT EVERY SONG
           OUR SHADOWS DANCED ON THE WALLS THE PIANO SOAKED WITH BEER
           WE SANG OUT LOUD AND PROUD SINGING WE’RE GLAD TO BE HERE                    
           I ENJOYED IT FOR MANY YEARS NOW MY HANDS SHAKE TOO MUCH TO PLAY
           IT BROKE MY HEART TO THINK IT BUT I DECIDED TO GIVE IT AWAY
           I PUT AN AD IN THE PAPER SAID FREE PIANO FOR ANYONE
           A YOUNG MAN CAME TO GET IT SAID PLAYING MIGHT BE FUN
           I GAVE HIM THE OLD LEARNERS BOOK WITH MY NOTES FOLDED INSIDE
           FORCED A CROOKED SMILE TO COVER TEARS I HAD TO HIDE                    
           AS HE WHEELED IT OUT THE DOOR I TURNED AROUND TO SEE
           A SMILING YOUNG FACE IN THE MIRROR OR WAS THAT REALLY ME
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