By Saul Janiak Stein

I wish it wasn’t too late

To start playing the guitar

To be able to create music 

Like making conversation

I’m not great at that either, though.

If I have to plan what I’m going to say 

Before I even say it

I’m already halfway there

Now I just need to learn the strings.                                      

Maybe if I could play well

I could strum all day instead of talking

In big crowds, they’d only hear my guitar talking

No more trying to speak to people

Like a wooden puppet for my words

It would make everything a lot easier

It’s not long-lasting

My fingers would bleed

Because I spend all day 

Playing with the strings of my wooden heart

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Saul is a 16 year old high school student from Durham, NC. He enjoys writing poetry and sharing it with the world.