Best Sadmusic Poems
As she listens to her music box
It makes her feel alive
She no longer dances, to it's magical tune
For now she's nintey-five
It takes her back to her youthful years
Her memories, wrapped in a smile
She can only remember, bits and pieces
For it's been such a long, long while
Perched on her father's shoulders
They danced around the room
Sometimes, pretending she was the bride
And of course, her father, the groom
They played it on her wedding day
She was married for fifty-six years
Again, she winds her music box
As her eyes are filled with tears
Her husband gone for nineteen years
Her heart, such an empty place
But as she hears the music play
She can always see his face
It brings her so much comfort
When its tune begins to play
And as she watches the lady twirl
She quietly passes away
The man would play his banjo
And sing a song, for his food
Some would drop in nickles and dimes
While others were somewhat rude
He didn't have a tooth in his head
But he smiled as big as could be
He lived to play his banjo
While singing a bit off key
No one ever knew his name
They didn't care enough to ask
They'd walk right by him everyday
In a hurry to finish their task
Every morning, rain or shine
His music would fill the air
Til one day, the corner was empty
For he simply wasn't there
Then people started asking
"What happened to the banjo man?"
"I heard he had a stroke", one said
"And he can no longer stand"
"He's living in an old folks home
A block or two away"
It wasn't long, the word spread quickly
And a crowd was on their way
When they got there, he began to smile
And asked for the familiar five string
He started to play as loud as he could
As his friends all started to sing
They came back every morning
Til one day he passed away
But they never forgot the banjo man
And the music he would play
Graying, clouded, glossy background, as I look into my mirror image.
Smiling untruthfully at the nightmare, since all my time will dissipate,
slowly going down into a puddle of myself as I reach for my solution.
Round shape box; with dolphins on top; their clear eyes more realistic compared to mine.
I wind it up, and music plays, watch them sparkle as they dance without movement;
glad to turn away their heads with every circular motion, but they are not important.
Statues go up as I open up this crystallized Pandora; gold trimmings deceiving like my
laughter.
Heart and mind can't take anymore reality, so fixated they curse in anger for not moving
quickly.
My hands taking out and pave a lie, swiftly goes down a unknowing mistake,
but when I close it I just wind it up, and the relaxing music begins to play.
And in that moment I am connected to my music box, for the song is slowing with m heart beat,
the dolphins dim like my eyes, and when the melody finally decides to stop...so shall I.
As she listens to her music box
It makes her feel alive
She no longer dances to it's magical tune
For now she's nintey-five
It takes her back to her youthful years
Her memories, wrapped in a smile
She can only remember, bits and pieces
For it's been such a long, long while
Her daddy would lift her on his shoulders
As they danced around the room
She'd often pretend, she was the bride
And her daddy was the groom
They played it on her wedding day
She was married for fifty-six years
Again, she winds her music box
As her eyes are filled with tears
It's music brings her comfort
When it's tune begins to play
And as she watches the lady dance
She quietly passes away