curious old man
rooted slowly through garbage
something brought to mind
an image of times past
when music was his life's love
music filled his days
mind dimmed with darkness
once he played the saxophone
notes rising so clear
as once were his eyes
love of my life still hear me
hurry back my love
Hi
ReplyDeletelovely words, loved the nostalgic feel of the poem :)
Tender and nostalgic loved it
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