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Premium Member The Times of My Life

There are times when I sing in the shower
Times when I cry in the day
There are times when I must sit for hours
And times when I can run away

There are times when I’m shaking with laughter
My body trembles with joy
And times when I’m still chasing after
the dreams I had when I was just a boy

There are times when I must be responsible
And provide for this family I have
There are times when I am mostly happy
And times when I am sometimes sad

There are times when I must quietly whisper
Times when I can scream and shout
You put all of these times together
Well, that is what life’s all about

There are times when I sing in the shower
Times when I cry in the day
I hope I have time tomorrow
To do what I didn’t do today
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Form: Rhyme


Play Me A Sad Song

Play me a song, but not just any tune.
I'm not here to dance, or sing along in June.
I don't need rhythms that make my heart leap high,
Just give me notes that echo, and a melody that sighs.

Play me not a hopeful melody.
Hope is a promise dressed in disguise.
It soothes for a moment, then slips away,
Hurting more than it ever helps.
A whisper that fades, leaving you high and dry.

Sing me no song of fleeting joy.
Joy dances in, then fades just as quick.
A blissful moment meant to make us forget,
Then leave us with tears it failed to predict.

Do give me a song, but not for love.
Love is a myth wrapped in pain.
When it fades, only sorrow remains.
Happy memories now slipping away.
A wound that hums and sings along,
Trying to soothe where love went wrong.

I need a song that speaks to my soul,
A melancholy tune that makes me whole.
A song that paints my nostalgia, and brings back the past,
A reminder of what's lost, and what will forever last.

Play me a sad song, one that knows my name,
A song that understands the depths of my pain.
Not for hope, or joy, or love's sweet lie,
But to help me face the ever lasting truth.

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