A late tribute to the late Maya Angelou. May she rest in peace. This might manifest into a longer poem of its own in the future.
There’s something more
That you ought to know
There was a greater play
That was written before
Your life was even your own.
Now that you turn the next stone,
Play your greatest score
And carve your lore
In the heart of life, as it walks out the door,
After it screams, “ENCORE!”
Your score will be played again.
New lad, new spirit. But the same violin.