Singsonging Life

Man sings through the heart
For man a singsong bird,
Singing day in and day out,
No whisper, ho hiss, no mumble but loud,
Songs of freedom and the songs of everyday,
From teenage impatient to childhood game on hay,
Singing merrily all the sorrow and delight
Singing all the good of a brighter side,
Singing all the rhymes and rhythm,
Singing of man’s portion and crumb,
Singing sweetness and singing bitterness.
Life is like this for all, guess.
Copyright: Welkin Siskin