New strings

A tiny grey pack of potential
torn open with Christmas-like glee
The old ones retired,
with love, though, not fired
and the body rests over my knee

It’s my first time, and so I work slowly,
prickle my finger with pain
But I push and I turn,
I’m trying to learn
for when I next do this again.

I’m helped by the original owner
who gave me this beautiful thing
It has taken me years
but I’ve reshaped my fears
and now I have brand new strings.

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