Going for the Key of "C"

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    Going for the Key of "C"

    I know that I'm quite crazy
    I'm sure that I'm a nut
    But a curious thing just happened
    As on the piano bench I sat

    A tiny little beetle bug
    Was crawling on the key of "G"
    And just as I almost smashed him
    His little eyes looked up at me

    Because today I'm weepy
    And feeling quite alone
    My mind has seemed to ponder
    Creatures in the helpless zone

    The little ones gazing up at us
    The ones we tower over
    The bugs, the worms, the flowers
    Who are crushed by our careless power

    The discounted little children
    Abused and cast aside
    By folks who are also suffering
    Sliding down a pain strewn slide

    God help us to remember
    Each creature's right to live
    And be cared for in a special place
    That you, as God did give

    So I let the little beetle
    Move on to the key of "C"
    And I can only pray that someday
    Sopmeone will do the same for me

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    Poetry is not the expression of personality but an escape from personality.

    T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.

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