I Still Sing - a trio of Brace Octaves
I'm singing still and always will.
These melodies from long ago,
I think, are from some Broadway show.
I lack talent and lack real skill,
at times my voice is almost shrill.
My lack of talent is a blow,
why this is so, I do not know.
Yet, I am singing, singing still.
These melodies are lingering
like a sweet fragrance in the air
from a perfume so rich and rare.
Like winter's promise of a spring.
It's my tune, it's my song to sing;
It is my chance, though I might err,
it is my choice, if I but dare
sing this song I'm remembering.
To this music I'm strangely drawn.
These old show tunes remain my guide
in spite of all the genres tried.
They may be old but they're not gone
and once upon a time they shone.
I feel them shining deep inside
inviting me to just abide.
These melodies still linger on.
By blind poet
© 2009 blind poet
(All rights reserved) Written for Pick Your Form week
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