Old-man fiddle |
| A grey old man with legs a-limping, he finds himself a chair |
| Then he lifts a fiddle and bow with gentle care |
| And just like sunlight out of the rain, the old man's fiddle came to play again |
| And light this day up into flame |
| Just his dancing fiddling bow brings to life his sleepy toes |
| In this old heart till morning glows... But no one stopped to listen |
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Thank you Oteki Yuzum for the video...
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A great poem +Dr Ego Prozac. I had to look hard at the picture before I could see the old man on the chair.
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