If I Weren't Singing To You Poem by Richard Jarboe

If I Weren't Singing To You

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If I weren't singing to you, I'd be singing to a stone,
Or singing to the birds who just might sing along,
Or singing to a leaf dancing at my feet,
Or singing to a rabbit who might sway to the beat.

A song to leap from this inferno,
As high as a song can reach,
Not too concerned with virtue,
Or what a preacher might preach.

If I weren't singing to you, I'd be singing to the ground,
Or singing to the sea as the waves pound,
I ain't worried, never worried that much,
Whatever comes my way, I give my such and such.

A song like a trapdoor,
To where we all shall to burn,
They say time is round,
And we all have to take our turn.

So if I weren't singing to you I'd be singing to a stone,
Or singing to the birds, who just might sing along.

Thursday, June 15, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: songs
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Unwritten Soul 30 June 2017

What a beautiful lyrics, it can touch the ground to be a hill full of trees! i cant stop but just sing along! beautiful work Richard!

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