Fudge Fingers
I listen to my favorite song
An uplifting beat and message so strong
Trying to play along on piano and
Blurb! A wrong note like a nonsensical word
My fingers are like fudge
Thin in the art thick in the part
Where you need to be nimble
Piano yells at me as if playing is simple
So I put on my favorite song
By the Sounds Of Blackness
It’s “Optimistic” and I feel it
A soulful voice melts my challenges
Tells me I can win and to not give up
Before long a Miracle full blown
Occurs when I get two chords right
And then follow the melody my delight
My heart is a yellow kite
I suck less today than last time
I tried to play piano!
Copyright © Karen Jones | Year Posted 2023
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