Tuesday, November 27, 2012

Of Muddles and Music...





Dance through the muddle of life
For oh, when the music stops
You’ll wish for the tune of clattering spoon
The music of messes and mops

Sing through the muddle of life
For oh, when the house is still
How oft we will hear the music drift near
The way that a memory will

Laugh through the muddle of life
For oh, life is too short to fret
And we do not care to fill its brief share
With days we would rather forget

Love through the muddle of life
For oh, if we choose to wait
For the perfect time and the perfect rhyme
Well then, it might be too late

© Janet Martin

Sometimes when its ‘teen-age noisy, messy’ I need to remind myself of this! And dance, sing, laugh, love.

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