The Guard, the Flute, the Trombone and the Saxophone

Reminisce while passing time

Can you blame me?

Do you want to know

What happens when you let feelings show

Plant seeds in place of letting them rot

Digging up memories that time forgot

Sometimes I wonder if the path have stayed the same

If I were to pick something and call it by name

The guard, the flute, the trombone and the saxophone

Picking at memories that were best left alone

Would friendship grow and secretes be kept

If into my mind the desire have crept

To pick up a mantle and wear it so strong

Lasting relationships strung out over years so long

In place of a storyline fractured in pieces so small

A network of supports to catch you if you fall

The flute, the trombone the saxophone and the guard

Selecting a path I thought was difficult and too hard

We had it all the ambition the drive and the smarts

All destined to excel at their selected roles and parts

I chickened out with feet that just got colder

Not looking into a time when I would be older

How these choices would leave a lifelong role

Cursing my cowardice for the opportunities it stole

The trombone, the saxophone, the guard and the flute

All the spare moments that were mine and only mine to loot

The movies here the mall and put put over there

With a towering fence with locks I did stare

A pretty young bird in a cage left with clipped wings

I turned from your path and trough my bars did sing

Walked alone by myself towards a different destiny

The question nagging if this was how it was meant to be

The saxophone, the guard, the flute and the trombone

The future goes on whether or not you leave it alone

We’ve all moved on from that spot in our lives

Less and less does each mind take these deep dives

Into the past memories that are long since forgotten

Now each of us has a role to play and a spot in

Society with different connections and more recent memories

Walking our new paths and wearing new titles such as these

The mother, the botanist, the host and the engineer

With me the intangible I still hold you all so dear

Author's Note

Please ignore my spelling and grammer byway of my fried brain