My Old Banjo Poem by Omiat Kings
My Old Banjo
The day is beauty
The sky is joy
I'm just a short-haired
banjo pluckin' boy
The sun rises
and the sun descends
All the while I play
music with no end
The world can fall the
the world can rise
I only have five strings
strumming in my eyes
You can save the world
If that ain't too much, go
I'll be here pluckin'
on the old banjo.
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