The Music of My Youth
The music of my youth: a capsuled find,
a dusty box of discs, a time machine.
A foolish younger self and I convene,
camped in a cobwebbed corner to unwind
the lilting, haunting tunes which fresh remind
that pastures parched and brown have turned to green.
The music of my youth…
Though they reveal the depths to which I, blind
and lonely, stumbled in despair unseen,
littered there were small hopeful bits to glean,
and so I think that I'll not leave behind
the music of my youth.
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A Rondine: (Ra)bbaabR/abbaR
Copyright © Jeff Kyser | Year Posted 2022
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