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Old Minstrel
I’d like to serenade you
but you’re not my child
Since these humble darlings could dream
I’d play them a song
sing along
sang solo
in the car
in the yard chasing life
swirling them about, anchored on shoulder
in our living room
crooning soft at bed
when the hazy light of day could fill their eyes no more
rubbing sore legs
looking out those windows
wondering
will they be like me?
I hope better; want better
As soft as the cat that slow-crawls hidden beneath their bed each night
I roam room to room
carry my velvety pipes
hoping the day doesn’t arrive too soon
when they ask stop
clowning, creating
lonesome cowboys, owls in silvery moon beams, mocking birds or dazzling diamond rings and twinkling stars
where they rock
cradled in my tree tops
visited each night
to chase away fright, secure dreams
they will be as good, no better than
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