Playing Deferred
Her fingers worked the keyboard keys
With simplicity and ease
Her mind was what was jumbled
Now the music sheet was crumpled
From trying to play so hard
Her brain felt burnt and charred
But quiet soon fell upon her
All playing she would now defer
For this stress was not worth strife
She loved her easy life
©2025 CBialczak
Stine Writing 
If it doesn’t give you joy then you need to give it up… at least in the short term! It doesn’t just apply to music. Your poem Christine, is thought provoking!!
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Thank you.
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Love this Christine.
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