The Old Man's Fiddle

As the old man picked up his fiddle
His thoughts went back to time past
When he had young nimble fingers
He could chord the strings very fast

Time has caused him to slow down
No longer will he be the very best
Still he loves to play that old fiddle
But times He has to stop and rest

Arthritis makes his hands grow tired
He noticed it slowly got into his hand
He dreams of a time playing in Heaven
With his fiddle in God’s Bluegrass Band

He knows his time here is not long now
But it has been one great musical ride
Soon he will meet the greatest musician
To his Lord up in Heaven he shall abide

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