Admit it, you hate my fingers.
We weren’t made for each other.
ABC is not as easy as 123 for me.
Don’t get me started on EFG.
You lean against the living room bookshelf
keen to tell your stories.
Keen to make the most of your notes.
Keen for your strings to sing.
I’m not your man
but I know someone who can.
And when you’re made to feel at home
that’s something we’ll have in common.
© Carl Burkitt 2020