my bones have become brittle
as my mind has become bitter
but I’m learning to finger pick
that tiny violin

A strangely dexterous demise
without surmise, reprise, or
coda rising comfortably within

so low, this solo
that it leaves one speechless
and so out of tune, I think…
with the highly orchestrated,
first there was the word

Another OLD man beat…that suffers a MP3 bounce!

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