My Song Poem by Priti Pauline

Mission Impossible, the tapers been lit
Onto my song, this is it.
Last year, last week, all day long
My song!
A songbird is singing from deep within my core
To the magic of life and an open door.
Experiencing the world in love or at war,
T'is a delight to be in service once more.
My song maybe happy, it may be glad,
Maybe longing, desperate, boring or sad.
It maybe good, may be bad,
Even slightly mad
But 'tis My song, me lad! !
My song, my life.
For all its hopes and all its strife
My life.
I had everything....
And nothing.
A soul mislaid
With nothing to trade.
A demolished tower
Crushed by material power.
There Is NO Choice
When deaf to your Inner Voice.
The songbird survived, tattered and torn
A time to cry, a time to mourn.
To live again for another day
Older and wiser, with more time to play.
Life's to be enjoyed every step of the way.
Listen to your heart and you'll have a say
To the song that you sing, every single day.
So this is it, my song.
No more right, No more wrong.
There's still time to be
To wait and see....
To BE ME
Yippee! ! ! ! !