<!DOCTYPE HTML PUBLIC "-//W3C//DTD HTML 4.0 Transitional//EN"> <html> <head> <title>My response to The Life and Times of a piano - A Poem</title> <style>  </style> </head> <body>A noble effort! However; and I am sad to inform you that that very piano (and 37 of its dear old friends) are in my area. That thought, and your poem, have inspired the following (yeah I know, "keep your day job") effort: Ode to Old Uprights They're dirty, their dusty, Smell mousy and musty, (Should long ago have been scrapped), But we take out tools, try not to look fools, While children watch us, enrapt. They look pretty crappy, But to make the folks happy, (And because they are willing to pay), We glue and adjust, scrape out goo, gunk, and rust, And drench the old pins in CA. Oh bother, we say, This just ain't my day, (When strings they are asnappin'), Mend stickers, glue shanks, fix keys--and give thanks, For the fees that are coming our way. Alan Barnard Salem, MO </body> </html>