Degree Of Difficulty Is It Stradivari Poem by James McLain

Is it easy to wast time....?
untill you know that it's none you have..
it then is gone..it is..
Tonya,
who once was buff but ran into puffs knee
and fell off the beam into tear torn rags,
ill fame..still unashamed..
it is more than sad..to play the wood thinking it a flute..
When in fact it's john, john Stradivari, whom once tried to call..
What time would it be for the four inch beam, that waits
for the pad of the foot it once held, now never to fall.....