Coulda-Shoulda

Coulda-Shoulda

Playing my “air“ chanter, 

I find I am roughly three notes behind

And have left out most of the doublings.

Now I only play the BIG notes

And those with some imprecision.

Those pesky eighths, sixteenths and thirty-secondths (?)

Black flies darting all over the page,

Skipping ftom bar to bar.

I didn’t have far to slide,

Started too late and neglected the practice.

Coulda. Shoulda.

The story of my life.

Just learning to live

With dreams and memories.

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