My Mozart Rondo

 

A Mozart rondo I’ve been playing
More than fifty years
Accuses me again from my piano rack,
Reminding me how often I’ve abused it.

I’ll launch into the starting chords,
Rush along for several frantic bars,
Then get my fingers tangled
On the first chromatic run.

I’ll cuss and fumble to the repetition,
Take it from the top,
Then blow the entire piece
The second time!

But I know I shouldn’t fuss,
For how many things in life
Will afford me endless ops
To do them over?

©2006 By John I. Blair 

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