Singing

Singing (With thanks to John Miles.) Singing was my first love, And it may be my last, Singing in the future, Came from singing in the past... First was singing at school, Happy songs and ditties, And a solo first verse Of 'Royal David's City Then to the local choir To sing along in church hymns and carols, where on the edge of a pew I'd perch Soon the joys of rugby Enticed me from the choir With songs of maidens named Dinah and Delilah We'd sing of Immobile, and then "The Sloop John B" And a Dickie-Die-Doe My rugby team mates and me Then a hip replacement Stopped all the running stuff Rugby and triathlon My body had sung "Enough" My soul cried out for more My brain would not relent From finding a way to Assuage my musical bent Next up was D.M.T. And also TiTCo too Concerts and musicals Sung, and operas with W.H.O. As-hoc singing as well Sea shanties down the pub And those stand up, floor spots At Seend Acoustic Club So here I sit today The score upon my desk Learning my tenor line For whichever show comes next. Singing was my first love, And it may be my last, Singing in the future, Came from singing in the past...