How Do I Tell Him
People problems are the worst
A heart ache, to be frank
First learned this when promoted
To a supervision rank
That was a long time ago
But things still haven’t changed
Today I’m leader of a band
That must be rearranged
My fiddler’s a close friend
Eighty seven years old
Has trouble with his left hand
But has a heart of gold
I have told the band members
Although Sam’s getting slow
He’ll have to decide to quit
Before I’ll let him go
Old Fiddling Sam’s legendary
A showman from way back
Lost his touch on the fiddle
Appeal he doesn’t lack
Fiddler Emeritus!
Is something we might test
Only play songs he does well
Then sit out all the rest
Then find a new fiddler
To share the stage with Sam
He would have to be one willing
To let Sam be “Da Man”
I’m losing sleep on this one
Can’t tell Sam he must go
Time for that conversation
What’ll happen, I don’t know
Copyright © Charles Sides | Year Posted 2011
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