Conductor - Poem by Ruth Rayment
If I were to be the conductor of my life,
I would create a melody of true delight
With a crescendo there
And an out of key note here
I’m sure I could persevere
I’d flow from day to day
With the essence of a tune to say
With drums, and tamperines...
I’d sing with utter dismay at what is in sight
Of this glorious day...
So if I were to be a conductor,
Of an orchestra, through my life... I would sing
In unison, with arch angels, who witness the rise and fall of
Life’s mysterious journey...
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