The Lonely Maestro
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For: Maestro Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Craig Cornish
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They say Maestro,
but standing ovations leave me cold
like leftover spaghetti too long in the fridge
then thrown out with the trash,
where all useless things end up
leaving only empty containers.
The music no longer inspires
to heights unattainable;
the magic of spotlights
no longer warms my lonely nights,
as you did once long ago
before I let ovations and spotlights
replace the essence of you.
Copyright © Chetta Achara | Year Posted 2024
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