Poems

Clarinet

I have a clarinet.
I use it to play in a quintet.
With its soothing sound,
I can play all around.

From high to low,
From dull to glow.
I play with my band.
We go hand in hand.

My band pushes me onward,
To better myself toward,
The player I am to be,
But for now, I am me.

I can play great!
But some might hate,
The music I play,
They might believe it's gay.

To me those people have no heart.
At least give it a start.
For many that do,
End up enjoying it to.