Winding through and through
The music man tells the truth
Of his former days
As a registered nurse.
Pulling some strings,
Making ends meet,
Music takes priority,
The man tells me.
Instruments of sound
Bring him so much feeling.
He soothes his animals
Into blank stares,
Their eyes filled with glee.
Mr. Music Man takes his time
With his songs, his pain, his family.
He fills his life
In each song, to make the music
Into something tangible.
Money used to be plenty,
The man tells me.
Now it is scarce,
But that's not all,
You see.
It's how you spend your money,
How you choose to be.
The choices you make
The chances you take.
To be miserable
With money.
Or make less currency
And live rich in harmony.
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