The Minstrels of Youth

Picasso – The Old Guitar Player

Yesterday, I had cause and occasion to send birthday wishes to my wife’s mother. A simple Hey, Happy Birthday being far too pedestrian, I penned a note that, this morning, I crafted into a short poem. A great poem? Nah! Yet, I like the combination of words. Happy birthday (or un-birthday) to all.

Crescendo

Age

is but the music
the minstrels

of youth

have yet
to master;

therefore, let
the music

play.

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