S T O R I E S
The following was written by an 83 year old gentleman, who officed in the famous 1650 Broadway office building in New York City - longer than anyone. He's transcribed all of Stephen Sondheim's musicals to piano, and composed many originals.
It’s pretty much as I expected…
My office phone’s been disconnected,
My old piano’s disappeared,
Mom’s desk is gone – as I had feared.
My Yamaha, mired in dust,
On which I once expressed my lust,
It’s battery gone – with its last breath
Begs me, “Let scrap not be my death.”
“Take me with you – you can still use me
To write your scores – please don’t refuse me!”
As for my filled-to-the-brim files,
I schlepped ‘em home – my wife’s not smiles!
“That music, written long ago,
Will ne’er be blessed by fortune’s glow,”
She glumly says to my dismay…
So how will I survive each day
Among the ruins of past dreams
Whose pillars once supported schemes
Of giving to the universe
Some healing songs to lift the curse
Of some of worldly’s imperfection
I hoped might yield to my correction?
To now work home ‘stead in the city…
Consigned to be a Walter Mitty –
Gosh – what a pity – how sh*tty!!!
Copyright © 2008 by Frank Metis