It takes time to tap out the rythmn of our life's tune. (Read rest as a pause in music).
For my friend Zach
There's no music in a rest
or deep confusion, trial;
We haven't played our best; nor is it called defeat.
Our melody of life is broken for a while
by rests. We, too, like the musicians stop to count out every beat.
The pauses we should find (if we include each beat)
do not leave us behind but makes our tune complete!
Poetry by betsy Firefly
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Written on 2007-01-23 at 06:59
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For my friend Zach
Rests are not Missed Beats
There's no music in a rest
or deep confusion, trial;
We haven't played our best; nor is it called defeat.
Our melody of life is broken for a while
by rests. We, too, like the musicians stop to count out every beat.
The pauses we should find (if we include each beat)
do not leave us behind but makes our tune complete!
Poetry by betsy Firefly
Read 598 times
Written on 2007-01-23 at 06:59
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