Wednesday, December 02, 2009
My enthusiasm for band is like a flickering fire
It burns on and on but its getting smaller
Open to the air it struggles to stay alive
Alas, even with its will it dies off.
At first thought i had held high hopes that once we graduate we would continue to bond like before.
However this forlorn hope was brought crashing to the ground.
We, are no longer what we used to be.
But rather a shadow of its former glory.
is it me
Aaron
NanHuarian Clarinetist
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