The Song

Sitting by the old piano one rainy afternoon.

The Song

Sitting by the old piano,
  one rainy afternoon.
There came a catchy lyric,
  followed by a tune.

Looking for a pen and paper,
  to jot this beauty down.
Sweet melody, oh so right,
  indeed, a number-one song.

Pen was lost, pencil broke,
  paper was torn and brown.
Sunshine peeked through the clouds,
  water dried upon the ground.

Sitting by the old piano,
  one rainy afternoon.
Forgotten was the tune and lyric,
  faded away too soon.


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