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.
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