Gabriella Franco Poems
The Touch Of The Master's Hand
’Twas battered and scarred, and the auctioneer
Thought it scarcely worth his while
To waste much time on the old violin,
But he held it up with a smile.
“What am I bidden, good folk? ” he cried,
“Who’ll start the bidding for me?
“A dollar—a dollar—then two, only two—
“Two dollars, and who’ll make it three?
“Going for three”—but no—
From the room far back, a gray-haired man
Came forward and picked up the bow,
Then, wiping the dust from the old violin,
And tightening the loosened strings,
He played a melody pure and sweet
As a caroling angel ...
I Do But I Don'T
I know i want you and i want you bad
I know i need someone to hold my hand
I know you've helped me out, it's clear to see
I know I like you and i know you love me
But I don't know where this is going, where this will end
Will it all end it 'i just want to be friends'?
Will you leave me alone, will I be wrong?
Will you say forever and then the next day you're gone?