The Life of a Musician


How grand its branches spread and catch my eye
Its fruits look ripe, I search for one to take
Its bitter taste, a reason more to cry
Yet still it is a love I cannot fake

I search again to see if there are more
With gentle hands I choose it carefully
It's beautiful, I've opened a new door
But others jam the key so gracefully

I take a bite and everything is well
I wish that easiness were guaranteed
A life so grand of passion without dwell
Could soon develop from my planted seed

Though wishing time would one day sweetly sing
My heart knows that I won't make a living

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