The music in my life
dances around the words
as the rhythm of the pentameter
decides the fiddler's tune,
his feet keeping the walking beat
always on the path home
Fingers keeping time,
tapping, gently tapping
time after time
as if to accentuate the meaning
or just to keep your head
nodding in time
And i watched as my children
with faces turned up towards the sky
sing along with a song i have loved
for all these many years
and if you know me at all
you know i could not help the tears
as i saw some of my light in their eyes...
09-12-10
dances around the words
as the rhythm of the pentameter
decides the fiddler's tune,
his feet keeping the walking beat
always on the path home
Fingers keeping time,
tapping, gently tapping
time after time
as if to accentuate the meaning
or just to keep your head
nodding in time
And i watched as my children
with faces turned up towards the sky
sing along with a song i have loved
for all these many years
and if you know me at all
you know i could not help the tears
as i saw some of my light in their eyes...
09-12-10
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