A Goal

In vain I try the length of my rambles

to learn a skill I failed to grasp in

childhood or ever beyond a thing

Others seem to have come by

without effort as easily as I learned

to tie my shoes skip a rope

a simple thing it seems and my

son laughs dumbfounded as I

fail at this simple thing I want to do.

Ohing and oohing, blowing and

whooshing pursing pouting pushing

and barely a sound issues forth.

But I have a goal and I continue

gamely on.  Before the year is out

I will whistle.