BEANERY ONLINE LITERARY MAGAZINE
THE MUSIC BOX
Step into a page in time of friendliness and grace
Escape the rush of the city, enjoy each friendly face.
The church bells’ hourly chimes, the sound of “Old Rugged Cross,”
Give the peaceful, calming feelings of life in a music box.
Time so long forgotten, of feeling so at ease
The smell of fall leaves in the air, wafting on the breeze.
The old time concerts in the park—listening to the past,
Wishing time would stand still, wishing this could last.
A music box always held small pieces of the past
The tinkling sound of a song, my memory holds fast
Again the church chimes sound, as the sun sets crimson red
Giving peaceful, calming feelings as the music box in my head.
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