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SLIPPING AWAY

Whether it's a flam paradiddle
Or the voice of a fiddle
I’ve always got to go hustle
How I can dare
To find what’s there
To rebuild my weak Art's muscle

Once I felt real
Fingers were steel
Played for days at the Palace
I’d give a song
For the times long gone
I had more than just a mouse-callous

Why can't they stay
And not slip away
Skills so hard to keep
The things we learn
Midnight oil to burn
But out of our minds they seep

They say there's time
But I’ve projects on line
And I won't disappoint my clients
You may have guessed
I'm perfectionist
I rise up in stark defiance

Of losing a skill
And retaking a pill
That I once thought was mine
I could do it again
But what would I win
Maybe regain my mind?

So I'll use what I have
And as a light salve
Remember it's an artist’s pain
But people beware
I’ll be like a bear
Because I have something to gain

The flame of my focus
Will have at its locus
The joy of being alive
If I get too fried
At least I’ve tried
Here’s hoping my art will survive