Second Fiddle

Second Fiddle prose poem

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I once knew a teacher who occasionally used the word ‘fiddle’.
If perhaps he deemed something untrue or irrelevant;
Or if annoyed by students or otherwise disagreeable;
he would simply say, “fiddle sticks”.

In the instrumental world of music, a fiddle is a violin.
Have you read that Emperor Nero fiddled while Rome burned?
And I once heard about a musical called, “Fiddler On The Roof”.
But this is not the kind of fiddle that presently occupies my brain

In nautical usage, a fiddle is a frame or railing on a ship’s
table to keep dishes from falling off in rough weather.
‘Fiddle’ of the high seas is not what I’m thinking about

There’s such broad usage of a most simple word. Very interesting.
Why this most interesting word also addresses, ‘waste of time’.
It also refers to being in excellent health, ‘fit as a fiddle’.

O forbid that I should fiddle and ‘let things burn’
May I be always productive, never given to ‘wasting time’.
O to be energetic, useful, caring, and ‘fit as a fiddle’.

Lastly, the word ‘fiddle’ expresses one acting in a subordinate position,
such as, ‘play second fiddle’.
Finally! This is the ‘fiddle’ that I am talking about.

But would you believe me or think less of me if I told you this?
I have no argument with ‘second fiddle’, or playing minor parts.
Surely someone has to be second, and blessed with ‘a state of readiness’

A thought entered my mind today on February 12, 2014, which is causing
me to look back over a period of 50 years. Although I had noticed
prior that my life had fitted into certain patterns, it was never as clear as on this February day.
It’s presently clear as day. I don’t know if I have ever won first place in anything;
and it doesn’t bother me a bit.

Also interesting is that it does appear that I have lived until now in various
capacities, positions, and roles; most of which served in roles of ‘second fiddle’.
Surely we should strive to be the best at whatever it is that we do;
But there is absolutely nothing wrong with being the best “You”.

I admit that it was a wide eye opener when I first observed this trend.
And I must say that I started out in life with a very broad dream,
a much different plan, and more than enough ambition for one man.
However, I must also say that I am really OK with being “A Second fiddle kind of Guy”.

And finally, This much I can also say:
I have learned to not fight the fiddle that best fits me.
Anyway, who can argue with history?

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I am a retired minister and the husband of Barbara for 42 years. We reside in Sacramento ,Ca. We have two sons and a daughter, and we are the proud grandparents of 6 children.
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Preeti
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One word can have so many meanings and instances built around it! Wonderful imagination:)

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