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The wise old hands

Flew across the keys

On an aging instrument

Playing a tune from the head

A melody from the heart

A forgotten song

The  youngster watched in awe

Admiring

Dreaming

Hoping

The elder came alive in the song

A youthful gleam in his eye

Remembering a time long ago

When he himself was a youngster

Music was his passion

He once had similar dreams

As of the child before him

To become famous

Play for the world

As he grew up

His dreams were put on hold

For he had a family to take care of

Music was put aside

Then the kids left the house

But he still had a job to hold down

So his instrument lay waiting

Gathering dust

In the dark

Now in his later years

Retirement in his grasp

Children out of the house

Grandkids now around

His passion comes back out

Given life again

The dust wiped away

A dream reborn

I wrote this kind of late at night so obviously there aren't any revisions here. I might go back and do some editing, maybe add some more. If you have any ideas to improve this or an idea I should add, leave a comment. Here it is for now though. Enjoy!

~*Dream Wish Peace*~