Ode to the Tuba Player
I don’t play the tuba.
That seems kinda strange to me.
And I can’t roll my tongue,
but I can move my ears.
Isn’t life silly?
A tuba - really?
Why a lemon or so many bitter drinks?
Is sugar the antidote for all of life’s sour offerings?
The old stories are so much better
at making sense of the nonsensical.
There’s no good reason for me
to ever know all the answers.
Accepting the obvious is much easier
than knowing all of the details.
Our world needs everyone and everything.
You and I came bearing strange gifts.
So let’s sit back and enjoy a beer
while we toast the tuba player!
“The tuba is certainly the most intestinal of instruments, the very lower bowel of music.”
This poem was written on May 24, 2023.
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