So long…
We’ve been together for a while,
You old song, ancient tune,
I know you well
Your melodies and harmonies,
Your thirds and triads
Your perfect fifths and major sevenths,
We’ve been walking for long,
You ancient walking stick,
I’ve leaned on you,
On your fragile frame,
Inscribed on you,
my fears and years.
Now I can’t hum anymore,
I can’t lead anymore,
At times i miss it…
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Wonderful. That is a really great walking song poem. I love the way the music becomes the walking stick. Great poem, Ngetha.
Thanks Paul, you always have kind words….
I feel you in this, you can take a song for so long, then you need something new;I new tune, a new song.
yup, at times we have to let go…let go for something newer and cooler