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.