Happiness internal realm I’d found,
A bell I thought, that singing sound,
Was it Figaro, or bajjacio?
Or just a do re me fa so,
Heard from down below,
Old Mm.Werle up the stairs,
Arthritis not let her bones traverse,
And being young, of nature kind,
Would help her in her bind,
That old gramophone rewind,
Soon that last note he had song,
It would not take me very long,
Twist that handle round and round,
Till again, alive that sound,
Again us both in heaven found,
And with resplendent note,
Filled that heavenly abode,
Though there was no need,
She with cookies me would treat,
Mrs. Werle was so sweet,
Her knurled little hands would find,
Some other record in the bind,
Tenderly she’d place the disc,
Place the needle, not to frisk,
So, as not a sound be missed,
And then again in splendid air,
Sounds from heavens tenor fair,
Surround our longing ears,
Some were happy,
Some had tears,
I always felt a kin,
He, for his mom would sing,
In the streets of Napoli,
A piece of bread for fee,
I wished it could be me,
And all the joy he brought my heart,
Will never from me part,
To turn a crank for such small fee,
A million fold rewarded me,
Caruso, me, and Mm. Werle
13/03/2008
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God bless you. Kathy
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...this piece you have penned is one of my favorites...
John
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Karen