The Old Hits Poem by Maria Barbara Korynt

we are playing duets
on the grand piano
old melodies
on the grand piano
old melodies
words forgotten
in order to everyone,
then again are emotion

and are moving.
in the corners
of the eyes, they slowly
are collecting,
in order to flow,
tears of the emotion.

the lips for an elderly
the lady, are shape up
for laughter ready.
and what's more there
is the best award
for our performance...

words forgotten
in order to everyone,
then again are emotion

and are moving.
in the corners
of the eyes, they slowly
are collecting,
in order to flow,
tears of the emotion.

the lips for an elderly
the lady, are shape up
for laughter ready.
and what's more there
is the best award
for our performance...