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.