My Harmonica
I take great delight in melodies and song,
my harmonica is always with me now.
I play a happy tune and my heart sings long,
then for the people who clap I make a bow.
To play for other's pleasure is never wrong,
for accomplishing this I have made a vow.
Their smiles and laughs give me pay enough to last,
our world of merriment is very deep and vast.
Copyright © Alfred Berggren | Year Posted 2017
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