Bandages... Band-Aid To Living Through The Ages Poem by Gio Masserati

I was thinking of a band-aid and taking it apart
Then I thought of a bandage
And swirls spun out it's art

With the band I played
And the age I aged
Then along
Came this poem my way

Just like the band
Rain or Shine
They're always there ahead of time
Showing upDoes the gigSplitz

Just like the band...the bandage
Is the band around my heart
Holding it all together
Aging like fine leather...a bandage

Worn
Sturdy
Companionable

Getting better with time
Talents
A seasoned display of instruments
Engineered with the finest craftsmanship

They are the music the lyrics the tempo the beat
Then goes as instruments play
An extension
Of their souls..hands..their feet
Their smiles..their breaths..their beating hearts
As their spirits dance

Above the clouds of smoking dry ice
Blowing fans and microphone stands
Reverberating while the monitors shake
To the rumbling bandstand
Dawning all senses awake

It's the bandage you've been hoping for
Leading up to heaven's door
The advantages of bandages
They're your drum one
Buddabum
Buddabum