The Old Piano
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But, now you rest in this old room-
alone upon a carpet, worn;
surrounded by neglect and gloom-
abandoned- woefully forlorn.
What joyous times you did command!
But, now you rest in this old room-
once brought to life beneath each hand
of students in this old classroom.
For sure, upon this prized heirloom,
once nimble fingers graced your keys.
But, now you rest in this old room
where pupils played with pride to please.
Oh, old piano, no more songs
come forth from this, your dormant tomb!
Your worth- in memory belongs-
but, now you rest in this old room.
January 22, 2020
~1st Place~
Contest: Strand Choice O
Sponsor: Brian Strand
Judged: 03/24/2020
~1st Place~
Contest: Distant Refrains
Sponsor: Joseph May
Judged: 02/15/2020
Copyright © Sandra Haight | Year Posted 2020
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