I’m thinkin’
those days of being on
my great-granddad’s knee
learning to play a banjo
was as close to heaven
as I’ll ever be.
Slightly wild lifestyle as a teen
followed me into adulthood
moments of strumming strings
turned into clipping wings
as knowledge of love
made it a thing.
I’m thinkin’
karma is having a ball
stirring up old memories of
how many tears I caused
trading hearts like cars
in dingy after hours bars.
Now, I long for moments again
to be on a grand knee
far removed from the carnival
I live in.

Beautiful… And that banjo is too!
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Thank you much 🙂
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