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  • Brownie's Version

Growing Pains

Updated: Jun 20, 2021

Here's an old photo for an old song.

I think I'm about thirteen here, playing my ancient, beloved piano with the name 'Kunkle' written on the front in bold gold lettering. Not a very musically-sounding name, is it? It was no Steinway that's for sure but it stayed in tune and had a friendly disposition which is all that mattered.

As I look back on it now, it seems learning to play the piano is a bit like learning to play life. You have to keep teasing out the difficult section until it runs smooth and then merrily, merrily life is but a dream until the next tricky patch and so it goes.

Growing Pains

Growing skywards slipping sideways

zooming ‘round and looking in turning spirals leaping forwards

tripping up getting down taking air sighing deeply such despair oh willow weepy

tunnel diver aching heart's got the bends

growing pains

Quite determined a little nervous ego bursting in a hurry things to do places to go people to see

leaning out sliding backwards figure eights on ice with dull-edged blades

eyes closed taking off through fog landing the plane

growing pains

Come quickly I’m in trouble

there’s no joy in this struggle of building character I have plenty thank you very much don’t get something for nothing easy

hey, you’re young be light and breezy

but why is it I’m still wheezy yet so wanting to sing?

Am I barking up the wrong tree hey doc, what’s the matter with me no little lady sit at home hell no just hoot’en Annie on the running on the spot at square one

with a zest for evolution

no not neurotic only a human late bloom'in hopeful with a soft skin to boot

growing pains

© Anne Beverly Brown ~ 1984


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