Jean François Lamothe
Jean François Lamothe Poems
- Forget Me Not I have walked for miles in the rain, Trying ...
- The Old Pianist His fingers crooked and full of arthritis, ...
- Angel Of Destruction Ashes and blood mixed in my ...
- Angel Of Apathy Don`t confront me, I fear you not, Don`t ...
A casual writer since the age of 14, I have not writen anything that has gotten published. I write for the joy of writing.
I have writen short stories, I've attempted to write novels, but have never made it past 25,000 words on any of them. I've writen some lyrics when I used to play in a heavy metal band back in my high school days. Poems have been few and far between, but I do enjoy ... more »
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The Old Pianist
His fingers crooked and full of arthritis,
Hovering the keys of his quiet piano.
He remembers the days as an artist,
But now his mind runs just too slow.
His empty gaze across the barren stage
He can still hear the music in his heart
Mumbling a curse at his crippling age
Unable to push a key to make the music start
Standing ovations are in the past
No more notes to make them sing
He knew that it would not always last
But never envisioned this suffering.