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

[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.