Chaser Of Joy Poem by Lazarus Knix

A child glares with eager eyes
At his present beneath the tree
Though, waiting till his parents rise
To tear it’s wrappings off to see

Mother, father, ascend slowly
(Taking their time as parents do)
Chatting softly over coffee
The child fidgets, hot, enthused

His parents give a word to go
The paper meets ten frenzied nails
Hastily ripping it’s tied bow
Leaving nothing but blue entrails

A guitar rests upon his lap
Six slender strings, true craftsmanship
He quickly darts upstairs so that
He could begin to master it

Time passed, the boy lost interest
He was filled with dreams of stardom
Yet wasn’t willing to progress
Due to practices sheer boredom.

That guitar sleeps somewhere in dust
As the boy moves from thing to thing
Open minds are quick to pick up
What they deem as interesting
But when something new comes around
They’re just as quick to put it down