My heart is like an orchestra:

Full of sadness, joy, and song.

My instruments are tuning still

Though it's been so very long.

 

Percussion plays my awkwardness;

The strings, all my compassion;

The woodwinds play my resiliency;

The brass, my every action.

 

Soon enough, it's time to start--

Life is knocking at my door,

Percussion is not ready yet!

They need to practice more!

 

Life gets up front and conducts

The stunning symphony.

The brass mess up on every note

But the woodwinds take the lead.

 

The strings are daring, thinking not

Of how the drums might play;

The cellos are louder than the brass--

They have much more to say.

 

Then, the final movement ends,

The conductor wants to leave.

The woodwinds keep on playing, though

They won't give up their reed.

 

Once the strings are ready,

They join in the sweet song

Encouraging the brass to play

Even if they get it wrong.

 

The brass plays in accompaniment

And percussion keeps a quirky beat

I cannot help but sing along

And start dancing with my feet.

 

The orchestra is large and plays

Out-of-sync with Life

I'll always hope and pray that

It'll play throughout my strife.