Poem 22: I’m past the age of Mozart

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I’m past the age of Mozart when he died.
I’ve yet to write my stuff, although I’ve tried.
Forty one symphonies tucked deep in brain
Await the light of day to give me fame
And shoot Immortal Me afar and wide.

The pile of masterpieces still denied,
Sit there because my mind is old and dried
And won’t produce the notes to light my name.
I’m past the age of Mozart when he died.

When I saw what Bach wrote I could’ve cried,
Each week he tossed out music in his stride.
Shakespeare snuffed it before his sixties came;
And Austen churned out books, yet lived as Jane.
Ah! Most creative artists that I’ve spied
All passed the age of Mozart when he died.

19 thoughts on “Poem 22: I’m past the age of Mozart

  1. Cynthia Jobin

    Congratulations on the rondeau! I like it. Take comfort…D. Scarlatti lived to 72, so there’s still time. All those guys, Mozart, Bach, Beethoven, Chopin, lived in different times when everyone died younger than they do today. At least you’re no longer at 22….

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