Monday, March 28, 2011

MARVELLOUS MAZE

Once he had a song composed that was his and he owned

The lyrics were his and so were the cords so well tuned

Then he thought himself unfit to play the flute and sing

That song that he used to sing was left tunelessly unsung

But he kept the flute and the soulful notes

The musical lyrics remained in his bones



Soon he realised he ought to have played his hearty tunes

That he never sought less than singing in such fine tones

He lamented the lost notes and the drifting away lyrics

Hardest as he concentrated he felt he had lost the histrionics

Was the music all gone with his unsung song?

Or would he ever again compose melody so strong?



Recollecting he gathered his garments of life and readied for strife

No stone would be unturned and no moment spared of his life

Because hardest as the shell of struggle to reclaim remained

He would have sufficient stores of pursuit for reclaim retained

To go after the tune and tones and lyrics

And rebuild his song on new musical bricks





By THE POET IN ME
Andrew Onalenna Sesinyi

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