I touch on the high notes

With pleasure

It comes easy

Always pleasing myself with my tone

So it sounds

That’s rarely the case

I’d much rather have others take my place

And sing for me

But I’m told I’m meant to be bold

Always being different

So much sentiment today

As I reach and grasp what i’m prone

To succeed with

My harvest has come

And I hear the trumpets

Announcing I am to perform

Truly to my hearts adornment

So much pleasure in my voice…


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