I Will Not Cry For The Piano Poem by Elna Nel

in the courtyard
of the orphanage in my mind
there's a park
with swings among grass
white on green smiles
responding to new names
and honest games

the hungry children of africa
in the arms of belated protection

so you see, that is why the piano
can stay on the rubbish dump

and I suppose I can pray for you
who cry
but would my prayers be with care
when words and minds
of all careless kinds
are flirting with worldly instruments
that could be used as fuel
for fires to keep little ones warm

therefore I will save my sadness
for the shoeless the motherless

no, I will not cry for the piano