EPTA young boy chose his instrument of choice
Not knowing that one day it would become the voice
Of reason
His skills improving every season
Trying to get better for many days
So that someone will listen when he plays
He becomes good
Just as he should
He has ambition to become the best
To be better than all the rest
But the only thing standing in his way
Are the people who say:
“You just plain suck
You’re out of luck
You can’t be the best
So just give it a rest
You won’t be good, there is certainly no way
That people will listen when you play”
That’s when he drew the line
Things just weren't fine
He wanted to so badly just to prove them wrong
So he kept practicing till his skills became strong
When it was finally time for them to see
They heard him play and they could all agree
That his skills gave the crowd one heck of a buzz
But what they really didn’t see was:
they wait on his every note, every phrase
listening to the beauty of his improving ways
he says “The crowds mine
listening to the divine
sound coming from my horn
all other melodies torn
by the melody
being the only remedy
to the slump of music in this modern day
so that’s why they listen when I play”
As you may or may not know, I play saxophone in my school's concert band/jazz band. During the end of my freshman year and beginning of my sophomore year, I started receiving a lot of crap from people and was being bashed about my ability (this was before i got into the jazz band). This poem I wrote partially because I needed a way to blow off some steam from all that was happening.
I decided to post it here in order see what you guys think. I know it doesn't have the best rhythm flow and that some of it sounds kinda awkward, but this is something i spent around 15 minutes working on, and i didn't really care too much about about the mechanics of the poem itself.
Feedback/criticism would be appreciated. =)
whew...400 posts @_@
, but for a second I thought it was about laddering on ICCup lol.
*rolling eyes* haha 
