Prodigy

Prodigy

A
Virtuoso
At
The
Piano,
Playing
Bach
Before
He 
Could
Walk,
Music
Was
His
Childish
Talk.
Nonetheless,
He
Grew
Up
To
Be
A
Mess.
The
Belly
Side
Of
Life
Drew
Him
In,
Startling
All
His
Kin.
“When
Did
This
Begin?”
They
Cried,
But
No
One
Replied.
Nothing
Came
To
Stop
His
Reckless
Game,
His
Gift
Descended
Into
Shame.
Even
If
A
Man
Can
Play,
That
Won’t
Save
The
Day.
Life
Is
A
Spiral
Luge
With
Scant
Refuge, 
And
Without
A
Song,
It
Will
All
Go
Wrong.