A Poem About A Sax

A sax, a sax
Found its way back
To the wiley old fox
Who's out of his box

Off on a tangent
To a place so far
Commands the attention
For the crowd in the bar

As the audience reflect
On the state of their lives
On the saxophone journey
To guide the way
To come what may
As they watch him play
Off on his tangent
He takes them away

But the old wiley fox
Uses his sax
And pulls everyone back
To the base of the song
Though it won't be long
Until the wiley old fox
Is off again
outside of the box
What a great old fox

A beautiful journey of the soul

Thank you for reading

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