Bittersweet.
Lives in the chests of the long-forgotten
the dust collected upon its shoulders.
His relatives are always in near proximity
but his children are always away, never seeming to visit.
He wears the gloss of his distinguished auburn coat
a piece from a bygone era, once again coming back into fashion.
The sheen of his clothing never fading
the colour of its antiquated hue never becoming spoiled.
He has the loveliest of voices
for the fact that he hasn’t sung in a century.
With the dexterity of his bow and the power of his movements
he can strike down the most dissonant of philistines.
Bittersweet most certainly has numerous friends
always with him, every minute of the day.
But in unfortunate reality they do not venture outside their homes often,
the fear of rebuttal always present.
Bittersweet dreams of being “all the rage” once more
to be praised by many.
Unknown to him on what is on the horizon,
the hearts of many to fall for him once more.
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- Another 8th grade viola da gamba poem
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