Life, Music, Chaos and Serenity

Allegedly, a poem.

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When times get hard

As they always will

When the kids are loud

And won’t sit still;

When sleep is short

And days are long

Why then my friend

It’s time for song.

Music heals, uplifts and sooths

It’s steady beat a balm for mood

My mind’s a mess, my soul’s a wreck

So tuning in, I start to check

What feel need I, to escape the pain

Pop culture shunned, trop rock again?

Old Gospel Hymns, or powerful heat,

soothing calm or driving beat

Let it be said oh, once again,

Just lived, good life is colored pain

But Joy and Grace are wove throughout.

So as I calm, I need to shout.