Jeano Violino-Resubmitted
There was violinist
He was old and grey
Loved by all but could not stay
He played the violin to the grave
And there the old violinist spends his days
With his love shed in lights of golden rays
For Gean Isenberg, grandfather and friend you will be missed.
Copyright © Sarah Frieman | Year Posted 2009
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