Rhythms&Blues

Blog 342:

Moons ago, we endeavored with great enthusiasm
As music of every new day kept our feet in rhythm
Each day we rose and hugged, then began to dance
As fasting we broke and mapped out our stance
 
To earning a living we turned, next grossing, then netting
Toiling we did without ever grunting or complaining
Each waking day we measured our steps in full and prayed
And life, filled with games good or bad, we carefully played
 
Long indeed were the hours of a decade times three
‘Til my pacing stopped, then I declared, “I want to be free!”
“Away with rhythm,” I added …”the music no longer charmed me!”
Surprised I was indeed when you said, “If that’s so, then let it be!”

So it ran and went away for old rhythms of my life
However, for you it kept singing with some strife
I have wondered these days how long we’d sing the blues
Not knowing when rhythms will make new music and cues