And yet, when on those dusty strings
My gaze does once more fall
I harken back to days when they and voice did fill the hall
Twixt grief of loss and joy recalled, there gently rests a choice
Oh, let joy win, for all that's been
Oh, yes, I will rejoice!

(And keep on playing on the less achy days, Cap'n! Remember- ebbs and flows.)

And don't worry, I don't intend to write last verses for all of these!