Lend me your harp &
let me gently sway,
To those notes you
used to pluck & play,
I´ll be your fingers,
but without arthritic splay.
Give me your drums
& let me be your beat,
That forgotten dance
of your now old feet,
I´ll be the beat of
your heart, tender & fleet.
Let me blow your flute
with these lips of mine,
Celtic tunes, once whistled from your lips of wine,
I´ll kiss you melodies,
of your sweet memories divine.
I´ll play you orchestras
of oracles on mandolin & sitar,
I´ll tickle the ivories
& strum on your old cracked guitar,
So you may waltz all
your old glories up to heavens afar.
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