And play piano for a little while.
Pain in my back keeps me
From sitting longer;
Three quarters of a century
Have left my fingers stiff.
But the music still sounds good;
My body still remembers
How to stroke the keys, reverberate the strings,
Bring beauty from this wooden box.
So I’m smiling
When I limp away to other things.
©2016 John I. Blair
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