Treasure Island

Dave Alan Walker

(Pudsey, Leeds)

A Lost And Lonely Boy


A lost and lonely boy
with nothing but his dreams
born into poverty
and a mother with collapsed vains

He watches her stick needles
between her toes
her eyes roll back
with ecstacy and pain
all he's left with is battered piano keys
on the rooms back wall

He plays those keys
to the rhythm of a rasp
his mother calls breathing
he plays those keys
for the love he should have had

This was is life
from a child to eighteen
no friends no love
just those piano keys

Then by chance
someone knocked on the door
said they'd just heard
someone playing the piano
like they'd never heard before
said they'd sign him right then and there
he never looked back
as he stepped out and closed the door

Sometimes he thinks back
to that lost and lonely boy
and thinks his life is all a dream

But then he hears Eric Clapton shout
we're on in ten minutes
and he knows it's not a dream

Submitted: Wednesday, May 15, 2013
Edited: Thursday, September 12, 2013

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  • Loyd C. Taylor, Sr. (5/21/2014 3:08:00 PM)

    Hello poet Dave. One never knows what he or she can become, and we should always be alert to the potential in others. Well done, Loyd (Report) Reply

  • Laurie X3 (9/25/2013 4:30:00 PM)

    Reconciling with one's past is a conscious effort that cannot be replaced by any amount of success. The reconciling is the success. I find the world looks quite the same from a dirty alley or a fancy living room when I am at peace with who I am. Without his tragic beginnings I doubt he could have become so dependent on the piano. A great example of making your own choices in spite of your situation. He could of chose to do a ton of less productive things than playing piano. Provo! ! (Report) Reply

  • Geetha Jayakumar (8/3/2013 8:31:00 AM)

    Beautiful Musical poem. Touching poem. Loved reading each lines...

    Thank you Sir, for the Beautiful and valuable comments...Which I will store in my Autograph...
    I will visit next week to PH to read yours poems.
    Thanks a lot. (Report) Reply

  • Chandini Jaswal (7/21/2013 7:00:00 AM)

    A very inspiring and a touching poem. Thank you uncle Dave and I'm glad that you liked my poem. Please do keeping sending me feedback.. (Report) Reply

  • Heather Wilkins (7/2/2013 3:51:00 PM)

    great poem. he never looked back as he stepped out and closed the door there is always hope for the future. (Report) Reply

  • Payal Parande (5/18/2013 10:06:00 AM)

    what a wonderful story..a tell of an ugly duckling turning into a beautiful swan.....brilliant job then again it is from a brilliant poet (Report) Reply

  • Karen Sinclair (5/15/2013 5:30:00 PM)

    never heard the story of eric clapton but this poem outlines a life which is far to sad to be created.... a beautifully penned write and tribute tyvm karen (Report) Reply

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