Troubadour Poem by LeeAnn Azzopardi
Troubadour
Let me serende you
With this broken guitar
Take the words
And waltz with them
As you choose to disown them
And torture me with laughter
My tears rust my guitar
As I cease to sing
Leaving me in silence at the train station
I disappear into another town
Never to sing with a smile
I'm not a musician like Carl, but I love to sing, and this poem tugs at my heartstrings. So many of your poems seem to be filled with sadness.
As a musician, this poem strikes home. So often you put your heart into a piece, and though you might be ready to hear someone does not like it is so different a feeling than have someone laugh at your art.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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6/1/2024 5:48:15 AM # 1.0.0.1119
A great verse, LeeAnn! This conveys the heart and soul that only a true poet can feel and convey. This goes to myfavourites.