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