Poems and Thoughts    by Frank Maurer

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The Old Upright Piano. The old upright piano sits in the corner, Left over from days of life during my childhood. Life went on and my mother finally had her baby grand With her until she passed to the other realm. So many memories as I gaze at the old thing. I wish I had gone on with lessons-- To be able now to cause its keyboard to ring out. But alas, I learned cello and forsook my childhood instrument. So now it sits quietly in the corner with no former sounds Emanating from its struck strings. It is passing and so am I, soon to pass along with it. I am, however, wondering just what piano heaven will be like. Frank Maurer 5 February 2026 0330 Hours.