Poem for Philosophical Musings Contest ~ 20 Lines |
Despite words by any naysayer, in my heart, I'm just the 'bone player. In bars shrouded in smoke, nearly making me choke. Paid with merely a song all the beery night long. Seeking fortune or fame was not ever the game. Gladly paying my dues, all to honor my muse. Practice honing my craft oft the subject of chaff. We've no mind for the time; I and partners in crime play without any pause - well, except for applause! We won't dread the last note, or if Death casts his vote. Little matter for what may transpire, 'bone players seldom truly expire. |