Prelude To The Rest Of My Life

Trumpets

the brass section of my bravo,

then my heart’s timpani.

I’m a whole orchestra.

Sometimes a sassy saxophone

wets my reed.

I’d rather a cello

when I’m bowed with doubt.

Then the Woodwinds

of all the things I’ve yet to do.

That damn Oboe,

Scamp that he is

goes prancing

on his toes

tripping over

everything.

Ó2000 Dan Kantak