19 was a very good year

Yesterday something stirred past memories. Memories of those halcyon days of youth - days without responsibilities, tax men, 'must do' thoughts and the clutter that goes with being a grown-up. This reminded me of something I wrote a few years ago.


            I sang the song,

You sang the song,

We all, friends together,

     Sang the song.

The song of living.

Now I sing a different song

     But I do not despair.

Now I sing my song,

     A song of today.

A song not reliant

On the chorus, but

A song built on life’s

     Chances and

Life’s regrets.

I am the song!