Poem: Last Piano Lesson

Day 11 of the the City of Refuge Poem-a-Thon.

Last Piano Lesson

Once he was going to be a concert
pianist, his fingers
shaping his whole future
composing and performing to wide
acclaim, the dreams of a 12-year-old
plus his mother and the
teacher who discovered
and showed him his best musical self.

Three years on a decade of lessons
ended on the same bench
where his feet once dangled.
He had grown into a visionary
aware of many possible bright
futures with the boldness
to explore new dreams and
the youthful wisdom of letting go.

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