I really used to enjoy my hobby,
Of playing on my instrument,
But playing every day for an hour,
Has really taken its toll.
Everyone thinks I'm still in love,
And I still go to my lessons,
But this hobby has become more of work,
And I become dreading everything that has to do with it.
Whenever I bring it up,
That I really would like to quit,
She says I should have a goal and a dream,
Yet it really isn't a dream at all.
She says it's good to have goal,
To work towards and to accomplish.
But I just really need to have a break,
And just to start anew.
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Author:
Eeva (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: September 5th, 2016 18:06
- Category: Sad
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Comments2
WOW EEVA ~ What is your instrument ? I play GUITAR. Being able to play an instrument is an asset but you must love it ~ it must not be a drag. Friends of mine have given up a Teens and come back to it later. That's an option ~ thank for sharing in an elegant poem ! Thanks for adding yellow to my color confusion ! Youirs BRIAN
Awesome Read! I'm really enjoyed this poem by far. Keep up the good work!
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