I think the starfruit was a little fermented. Here’s the result 😀
A little angel came and played
At first I felt very afraid
She shredded that medieval lute
Requested a dish of golden starfruit
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Who are you? asked I timidly
Your great-great-plus 10 grandmammy
Came to give you my most wonderful love
‘Cause it’s time to leave the great above
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I do strum my beloved ukulele
Not very well as you will see
I’ll pass along the power, she sighed
Like my great ancestor did when I died
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She handed me a wrinkly stone
A blue geode from a place unknown
She whispered words of foreign root
I did make out the word “recruit”
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Wait! Wait! Medieval granny, cried I
Does this mean I am about to die?
Not yet, sweet child of my blood
But beware the next decade’s flashing flood
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Life is one big conspiracy
I suspect your lack of sincerity
I’ll pass on being the best ukulele-ist
Perhaps you’ll find another descendant on your family list
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I fear that is not possible
Sorry to be so shockable
But you are the next in line
And therefore the next divine
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I’ve always favored freedom
And the afterlife sounds humdrum
Do you really want a rebel
Gladly raising heavenly hell?
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Sorry, you have no choice
Nor do I have a voice
In this decision of our family
I’m on my newest journey
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Call it reincarnation or rebirth
I’m heading back to Earth
To start a new life story
That will perhaps bring me glory
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And if I refuse this travesty
That I suspect is someone’s fantasy
What do you think will occur
If I become a saboteur
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You’re as strong willed as I was
And that’s the probable cause
Of me becoming a lutist
Along with an oboist and flutist
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We were all kept so calm
Strumming for centuries with balm
But that is heaven’s tempo
Teaching us to stretch and grow
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And so I say to you
Take this geode of sparkly blue
Listen to its message
An unrelenting future presage
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I suddenly heard the flapping of wings
And unbelievable harmony from strings
It was me, strumming the ukulele
No longer a wannabe
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And I thought, well life could be good
Playing music for the ill in my neighborhood
And I walked outside in the warmth
And tell you proudly, thenceforth
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I shared my new-found gift with peace begun
And my music weaved together the moon and sun…
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© 2020 Clarissa Simmens (ViataMaja)
IMAGE: Starfruit and Geode with Angelic Lutist