SWEET SONG

morality's sweet song

echoes in my inner ear


accompaniment to a view

of westward leaning sun


and lengthening shade

and the parade of memories


that superimpose themselves

on a sidewalk scene


of mothers and children

and busy men at their daily toil


the old who are out of it

and the young who are really into it...


the sweet song like muzak

in the department store of life


2 for 5 and a credit card's limit

and no indication you're overdrawn


until the bill comes...

the sweet song humming over every wedding


and resonant beyond hearing

at every funeral...


morality's sweet song

sounding in my ears all my life


and I hum my counterpoint

dissonant when the scene is rough and distracted


harmonious when the summer afternoon's are sweet

and the busker's basket fills with coins...


it's all good at these times

(perhaps it's always good and it's only our own


particular instrument that needs retuning...)

and when it seems that it isn't...well...


it's then we hear our own music

and each of us is our own sweet song of morality...




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