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I seldom can anticipate

My failure to articulate

Until it has become too late

To find the words I need to state

The reasons why I hesitate.

 

If only I could sing along

While feeling free to join in song

Without the fear of sounding wrong

Or wondering if I belong

My confidence would reinstate.

 

To me, it would be such a thrill

To sing and play with equal skill

With words and notes my pages fill

‘Til either one could fill the bill.

The music I could thus create

 

Would fill the halls with wondrous sound

And from the mountaintops resound

To please the ears of all around.

For countless hours I’d mess around

With words and tunes I’d conjugate.

 

I cannot state reliably

Or do so with authority

The reasons why my vanity

Deters me from that sanity

That doubts so readily negate.

 

Were I to lay to rest that doubt,

To overcome and finally rout

That hack I’d sooner live without

My inward muse could then break out

And lay to rest that old debate.

 

I then could answer any dare

My imperfections would not scare

Away my inner drive to share

My song with friends with time to spare

And all would have been worth the wait.

 

Tim Konrad

2020.04.19

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

In joyful song without that weight

 

 

Were I to realize that dream

And lay to rest that old debate

Golden rays would downward beam

And happily illuminate

The ending of my song