I’m an Old Man

I’m listening to love,

its what I know

there was a time,

when my words

like a piano keyboard

would play to the sound

of love’s serenade,

I could feel my body resonate

while the echo bounced off tile,

I would write, and listen

write some more,

close my eyes and listen,

and then the words again,

would continue to pour,

my soul, my body, my cleansing,

I am an old man,

I know today as much as I am,

I was in love.

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