In search of the lost chord is rung
On a Tuesday afternoon sweetly sung
Until a night in white satin is won
When talkin' out of turn is for fun
But when you're just a singer
In a rock and roll band as a tune bringer
So when it's a question of balance to decide
If every boy deserves favour in a pride
And in the end we will find
Isn't life strange would be kind
© Paul Warren Poetry
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I remember the Moody Blues, a whiter shade of pale, brilliant band. A lovely poem that brings back fond memories of the '60s.