The Baritone String
I strum The Baritone Strings.
The noise is grating my ears.
It sounds horrible.
I strum again, and again.
Hoping to find a rhythm.
I fail to find that rhythm
And I am frustrated.
My fingers trailed on the strings,
Over and over again.
The Baritone is not my friend.
I rest the Baritone on its round end.
Tilted against my thigh.
I sigh in defeat.
I lay the ukelele in its case.
Where it now lays in the corner, waiting for a finger to lay upon its case.
I calmly lay down on my bed.
Looking back at the case.
Knowing I put hundreds of dollars away.
I sigh once more, and close my eyes for a better day.
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