I Sometimes Feel Like Bagpipes

I sometimes feel like bagpipes

being played upon the heather

on a bright and bonnie day.

The beauty stirs music from within my soul

but the music comes forth in mournful drones

on a bright and bonnie day.

I play the tunes I have come to love

and the melody is there

but the harmony is dissonant

a crying, weeping dirge that first came to me as joy.

I play louder with my words,

trying different tunes,

but in the end, they sound as bagpipes playing

on a bright and bonnie day.

 

 

The End

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