What to do?

“Don’t let me down—make sure you practice!”

He says sternly and points at the piano.

I smile and nod, inwardly protesting,

and wondering whatever I’ll do for 3 hours

3 hours each day practicing classical piano.

Somehow I must have gotten that wrong.

What’ll I do?

.

What’ll I do, when all I want to do

is play Debussy till my legs are sore from

flutter pedal and holding the una corda.

All I want to do is

play guitar, and sing, and brew tea and light a candle outside.

.

What’ll I do when all I want to do is

read Pippi Longstocking, Longfellow, Crime and Punishment—

whenever I want to.

.

What’ll I do?  I’ll do what I want to do—

Because life is far too short to do

what everyone else wants me to do.

There will only be so many sunsets.

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