The Aging Cello
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The Aging Cello
This aging Cello’s beauty starts to fade,
and once taut strings now sadly stretched and frayed,
but still her luscious curves remaining staid,
yet silent are the mournful notes she played.
The rigid Bow that once caressed her strings,
and brought soft sighs that lifted up on wings
and drifted with the gentle breeze of spring,
no longer there to make this lady sing.
The tender notes that drifted in the air,
and gently wrapped around this lady fair,
no longer bring these coupled hearts to bear
the tender moments of their sweet affair.
Without her Bow the lady’s on her own
while standing in the shadows all alone,
and gone the mournful melodies once known
as aging Cello’s tender dreams have flown.
December 4, 2020
Copyright © John Gondolf | Year Posted 2020
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