I assemble with the Choir,
Ready to sing our songs.
The notes start to form within us
And this wonderful sound emanates.
It could be any type of music,
From classical to pop,
We will sing anything.
And as I sing I always try my best,
Sometimes I get it wrong,
But all life is like that.
If my life,
Or my singing,
Were perfect,
For what would I aim.
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Author:
Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Just a thought.
- Category: Reflection
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A fine write G/F. Makes sense. I suppose if all was perfect what would we do? For what would we aim?
Was you in the choir in 1066? I read that congregations didn't seem to sing a dicky-bird until about the 1500's, only the choirs!
Of course I was in the Choir, did you hear my dulcet bass tones during the battle?
Indeed, what would you aim for? You do have a problem Goldfinch, it's hard to improve on perfection!
Perfection is a myth surely. Thanks Fred.
Singing oh yes, such joy. I used to keep my voice in condition forever sucking on those foul tasting tiny liquorice and eucalyptus pellets which are marvelous for voice clarity. And whats the point of doing anything if you do not strive to do it well. To err is human. To say to your erring neighbor 'lets try that again' is humane.
It is a joy b-e especially with like-minded people.
nice gem!
Thank you Paul.
Point well taken in the last four lines ... food for thought! As an ex-choir member I relate to your poem and enjoyed it, Goldie.
Thank you Louis.
Very sound philosophy ANDY ! Thank GOD none of us is perfect ~ not even FEDERER so there is always another face to scale ~ BRIAN
Federer is very close to perfection though isn't he? Thanks Brian.
Great write.
Thank you Tony.
Welcome
Great stuff and what does it matter if perfection is never obtained - its the sheer joy of it without worrying about others that counts, Keep singing G.
Thanks Michael, it is the trying that counts. I will keep warbling away thank you Michael.
Perfection or not, like my own endeavors, there's a lot of joy in the journey. I sing because my heart does...even though it sounds like mating cats.
Thank you Heather,the journey is always the way.
Perhaps you and Orchidee should sing a duet it may sound like two "Cats on a hot tin roof".
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