Stand way Never Forget

I saw a piano on the side of the road,
No legs, like a wounded horse,
She would never play.
My hands brushed a cross her keys
But no wind she would never breath.
But I will hold this cord before you fire the gun,
Because this mare,will one day sing,
Before you say Her life is done.
This old girl, before she's gone
Still has a few tunes to play.

Reviews

[Ern M. Yoshimoto]

there's something really sad about seeing a broken down piano. i only ever learned a few simple songs on it, but i do appreciate music and deeply admire those who can play.
in this vignette, we feel the persona's melancholy. but like the piano, all great things come to an end including our own youth. i am thirty-four, but i feel my three decades weigh heavily on me. like a broken piano, i sit by the side of the road. i still have my legs but they dont take me anywhere i really want to be.

[Mauricio Montoya]

yes its kinda sad But we must always see the bright side everything. Merry Christmas and thank you sharing your thoughts.

[Soren]

I hear a metaphor in this poem. It speaks to the heart of all the wounded and old. Nicely stated and written.

[Mauricio Montoya]

Just something I wrote about, we kill a lot of things but.not a piano, lol.thank you for dropping bye.