So many unsung songs.
Songs of love, songs of beauty,
songs of mystery, songs of minstrelsy,
songs of gain, songs of loss,
songs of pain, songs to toss in the trash,
songs to cross some new road,
or to gather a dream to traverse it.
Chords are struck,
airs are strummed,
tunes are hummed,
but when, ohhh, when
will all these waiting songs be sung,
and hung upon life's line
to bask in mem'ry's sun?
By Jack (LenasJack@aol.com)
