The Dying Score (Short)

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.


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