L'Amour
Cracked ... from age,
were the gray painted steps
to the tall, majestic door.
Peeking through glass
as she reached for the past
at the stagecoach stop
called "L'amour."
In through the door
to the left of the stairs
was a piano that still held a key.
So she started to play
the past came back that day
at the stagecoach stop
called "L'amour."
The "A, B, and C" and
The "E, F, and G"
were the sounds that would resonate.
Then she hit the key "D"
it was dead so it seemed --
At the stagecoach stop
called "L'amour."
But to her surprise
not to it's demise
all the key's held a beloved tune.
That's because of it's depth
it rang as "simply the best"
having been put through the test
at the stagecoach stop
called "L'amour."
Copyright © Kelly Besaw Gallo | Year Posted 2022
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