can we please do nothing ever except sing? like musicals, where there’s a song for when he breaks your heart and there’s a song for when you lose your shoe or when you get lost in the woods, or when you narrowly escape becoming dinner for a woman eating plant whatever happens, there’s a song because some things just can’t be spoken can be sung so can we please do nothing ever except sing? like cowboy ballads, where the stars get in your eyes and someone guns you down but you keep singing even when the hangman tightens up his noose and love is lost forever you’ve still got your horse, your boots, your voice, and your guitar can we please do nothing ever except sing? like hymns, a song’ll carry you to heaven on the wings of angels in the arms of Jesus in the harmony of saints a song is all you need eternity is in the melody, the voice is my salvation, please! I’m asking can we please do nothing ever except sing?
Oh my! This is so lovely. There’s a quality to your poems that I can’t quite find the word for right now. But this one makes me want to sing, even when the hangman tightens the noose
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Thank you! I enjoyed writing this one.
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yep. love it
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