A SONG IS BEST SUNG
A song lives through the generations
But a song is dead unless it is sung
It encapsulates a thought or two
Or even a full story can be sprung
When the song is launched from the voice of man
It creeps up gradually or jumps up and appears as grand
Some songs are perpetual in a classical way
Others – sung for a season before – they’ve had their day
Human songs won’t last forever
but can appear again as new
When the next generation embraces it too
So sing your song even when they say:
‘You are out of time baby, this is not your day’
Keep on singing your internal melody – anyway
‘Fashion is redundant’ let your heart strings say
There’s comfort in songs sung –
all dressed up in lyrics and notes
Let others join-in after clearing their throats
Songs are for singing while mankind remains
Until the new song is sung in heaven’s domain