By Joshua Anglo
For years, tucked in the church warehouse,
mahogany wood covered with thin dust,
Out of tune and a few dilapidated keys,
The old church piano, that’s me.
The day I arrived here a century ago,
In the fragrance of my intricate wood,
Captivating harmony and splendour,
Every heart construed.
I have witnessed the gaiety of birth,
Weddings and funerals,
The synchrony of the choir,
Resonating every story,
Relishing the sabbath's glory.
But with passing time, as I lost my sheen,
Retired, looking out of the window,
Only nostalgia intertwined.
One morning,
out of the window bloomed a bright yellow sunflower.
Its radiance and aura,
Enthralled my heart's core.
As we exchanged our stories,
The sunflower conveyed,
"We are blessed with only one life and that too is finite!"
"The purpose is to evolve to the fullest."
Spread love, joy and peace around,
Fill the symphony in each heart's sound,
So tomorrow as we wither away,
The contentment of living by serving,
Will make our remembrance worthwhile,
And unwavering hope, reconcile.