A Song Sung
Because life is a short and fragile thing
I'll take the time to play and sing
And because life is dear and lasts only so long
I'll spend my days in games and song
Not a day goes by where I'm not face-to-face
With the joy and the strength of the young
And I pass not one day's embrace
Without hearing a song that is nearly sung
Each day will take one soul away
From me, so I'll cherish whom I am among
And the things that come so easily
Will bring pain before my song is sung
As it approaches what matters is made clear
And no thought is wasted as it draws near
With purpose I seek and hold to what's dear
And to be forgotten becomes my only fear
There is no way to know the last day
So today I will play and sing
And love and cherish whom I am among
And never forget when a song's been sung
Copyright © Brett Teal | Year Posted 2016
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