A lost and lonely boy
with nothing but his dreams
born into poverty
and a mother with collapsed vains
He watches her stick needles
between her toes
her eyes roll back
with ecstacy and pain
all he's left with is battered piano keys
on the rooms back wall
He plays those keys
to the rhythm of a rasp
his mother calls breathing
he plays those keys
for the love he should have had
This was is life
from a child to eighteen
no friends no love
just those piano keys
Then by chance
someone knocked on the door
said they'd just heard
someone playing the piano
like they'd never heard before
said they'd sign him right then and there
he never looked back
as he stepped out and closed the door
Sometimes he thinks back
to that lost and lonely boy
and thinks his life is all a dream
But then he hears Eric Clapton shout
we're on in ten minutes
and he knows it's not a dream
what a wonderful story..a tell of an ugly duckling turning into a beautiful swan.....brilliant job then again it is from a brilliant poet
Fascinating read Dave, a 'from rags to riches' success story. Good one.
Hello poet Dave. One never knows what he or she can become, and we should always be alert to the potential in others. Well done, Loyd
Beautiful poem which inspires all. Talent is sometimes recognized.
Reconciling with one's past is a conscious effort that cannot be replaced by any amount of success. The reconciling is the success. I find the world looks quite the same from a dirty alley or a fancy living room when I am at peace with who I am. Without his tragic beginnings I doubt he could have become so dependent on the piano. A great example of making your own choices in spite of your situation. He could of chose to do a ton of less productive things than playing piano. Provo! !
heart touching... every word displayed beautifully, got engrossed :)
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I would like to translate this poem
indeed cool. i like the poem. regards