The PianoA Poem by Adam McWhorter Title poem from my book "The Piano & Other Poems". This is a poem about growing up, growing older, and how nothing in life stays the same... No matter how bad we may want it to.
My mother’s piano �"
its keys like smashed-in teeth, sits silent in the parlor rank with childhood memories... It smelled like the 60’s. It sounded like God. I find its antiquity shocking, its folding, bowing legs a grave prophecy... as it rots in my parents’ old double wide. No more little girl and no more little boy running little fingers up and down rows of keys; some black, some whiter than purity. No. No more. Nothing is virgin, nothing is sacred here. So long, age of innocence! There is just no stopping this... F*****g insignificance. My mother’s piano �" its keys like smashed-in teeth, sits silent in the parlor rank with childhood memories... My mother’s piano lost its youthful soul �" Seething with schizophrenic tendencies and wanton lust for Rock ‘n Roll... Rock 'n Roll. Rock 'n Roll. © 2010 Adam McWhorterReviews
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Added on July 16, 2010Last Updated on July 16, 2010 Author
Adam McWhorterMontgomery, ALAboutHello. My name is Adam McWhorter. I'm a poet, singer-songwriter, and self-obsessed scrawler... I used to publish poetry on this website about 2 years ago, but after the "crash" when alot of go.. more..Writing
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