There once was a boy who could make his violin sing,
the horsehairs on his bow danced across the string.
He produced music that no other could make,
but his rude remarks towards others could make them quake.
He was too blind to see the light,
his hubris, excessive pride, was at such a height.
Some dared to criticize, tell this boy his flaws,
though he was deaf to such things, he could only hear the applause.
His conductor might tell him, “This line is pianissimo, you are too loud.”
“Have you studied at Julliard?” responded the boy, so very proud.
This boy may have seemed bitter, “snotty” he was only,
but truly, deep down, he was confused as he was lonely.
Until one day, as he was crossing the street,
a car came speeding, and sent him flying off of his feet.
The boy saved his precious violin, threw it out of the way,
and the driver jumped out, shook him, and began to pray.
The boy was taken immediately to a hospital bed,
he lay there unconscious, stitches weaved into his head.
It was days before the boy again opened his eyes,
and when he did so, he was no longer blind.
The doctors told him, “I’m sorry to inform you,
but your wrists have been permanently damaged. Your shoulders and arms, too.”
“Can I ever play the violin again?” the boy’s life seemed to crash,
with that, he slammed his dearest violin to the floor, and into pieces it smashed.
It seems that when Fortuna spun her giant wheel,
this poor boy got the bad end of the deal.
He knelt down on the floor,
pounding the ground, his tears shed all the more.
At last the boy saw the light, his hubris dissolved,
he saw how cruel he had been, and to apologize and change his ways, he resolved.
He first went to his fellow musicians, who accepted, seeing he had changed his ways,
then to his conductor, who was also elated he was complete with this phase.
The boy went on to live, though he never touched that beloved instrument again,
the violins no longer cared for him, and he them.
He had learned is lesson, though through a painful experience,
and from then on, he never allowed his hubris to become an interference.
Now this story may seem sad, melancholy, perhaps,
but from this boy we have learned never to fall into pride’s tempting traps.
He used to be deaf, yet now he can hear,
his eyes were once blind, but now the light is clear.
This once blind musician had his life reformed,
He overcame his hubris, adjusted the way he was born.
We must remember, we may be talented, but we are never the best,
we do what we must, and fate holds the rest.
