Poem : His first concert

Drawing little tadpoles he called scores
Tunes he played told me he was lost
I could not tell if he enjoyed this at all
But today I found myself in the concert hall

Little fingers danced on the keyboard
It was amateur but we were not bored
The moment he stood up and bowed
He made the two of us very proud

No comments yet.

    Sign in or sign up and post using a HubPages Network account.

    0 of 8192 characters used
    Post Comment

    No HTML is allowed in comments, but URLs will be hyperlinked. Comments are not for promoting your articles or other sites.


    Click to Rate This Article
    working