311 – Broken string

He missed the days
When his life
Flowed like a soft
Acoustic ballad.

A peaceful time
When in his mind
He could almost picture
The swift fingers
Gently caressing
The strings.

A time before
The push and pull of work
And –oh so many–
Important obligations
Began tightening
The strings
More…
And more…
And more.

It came
Without warning.
A sudden
Sharp, discordant twang.

His eyes,
Suddenly opened
To see
What
He was
About
To miss.

Life is
Way too short
To waste it
Suffering
Fools.

With a sigh
He let them go.

Time to learn
The melody
Again.