Jada Holmstrom
April 15th, 2014

At first glance,

It’s beaten, battered, and broken,

Unworthy of a second chance.

With pale, beige keys,

Nimble strings,

But has a tone like an August breeze,

Much could be learned

From this deceitful mastermind.

The human eye

Judges what it takes in

Before we give it an optimistic try.

Their keys are just broken,

Strings- weak and frail,

Perhaps afraid of what’s humanely spoken

From those who prevail.

Before you gossip nonchalantly,

Think of what it’s like to be

Misunderstood or mistaken

Like the aging instrument

That teaches something purely magnificent.

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