Sunday, 10 December 2017

Today is AA's Birthday

Today is AA's Birthday.
He would be ninety-nine
Had the notes still played
In testament to the ryhme

Where only silence has a say
Instead of plinking sounds
Plinking-plonking every day 
In strides doing the rounds.

Now only the hushed place
Between each voiceless note;
Now only the fading face
Once imprinted by rote

Are silently heard inside
This weary, wistful head
That says he died;
But longs instead

To hear old AA 
On his birthday
Just play.

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