How did that happen?
I was cleaning my glasses,
Listening to the Radio,
When the announcer said
That the Orchestra,
An Orchestra that I do not know well,
Were playing this, their last ever performance
At the Proms.
And this, their final encore, they played
In memory of their times together.
As the glorious sounds of Nimrod
Came through my ears, into my mind,
Tears just streamed down my face.
Why did that happen?
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Author:
Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: August 25th, 2022 01:15
- Comment from author about the poem: It seemed so sad that the Orchestra was going to play no more.
- Category: Reflection
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Comments3
A sensitive write Gold.
Thanks Orchi.
Many, far too many things of a now apparently bygone era are bowing out in droves. It is palpable how walking dinosaurs feel like. Perhaps the passing of the baton skipped a generation or so. But there are many old souls among the young out there. And together we can make the good old days fresh and springing forth a day at a time.
Thank you cb for your wise words, I am sure that you are right.
Andy
I can totally relate to this sporadic sentimentality.
Hope you're doing well dear poet!
I used to be in my school's orchestra for a good 3 years, so I now how it feels to play that "final encore."
Thank you Rocky, I have been in orchestras, bands and am now in a choir so music is my life.
Andy
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