MY (VERY) TRIED AND TRUE FRIEND KIMBALL
Yesterday I said goodbye
in private chilly wake
empty chairs attending
my lonely little ache.
For over fifty years
in rages and in joys
my ten, its eighty-eight
conspired to make noise.
Responsive, empathetic
not like other things
it lifted up my spirit
and gave my fingers wings.
You cannot understand
unless you’ve parted too
with a beautiful piano
that grew old along with you.
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