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The Poets
05:28
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He’s not the kind to say what’s on his mind
He hides his deeper half, and settles for a laugh
He sees the way you’re listening to another man
And deep within him stirs a longing without words
And the poet bubbles up from within
His friends can hear him speaking but his thoughts are far away
Words that have been burning far too long inside
The poet does his work, and sets his heart to rhyme
She’s the kind who’ll say exactly what she means
It just might not be true she meant it about you
She hears your laugh behind her and she joins the fray
And wonders if you’ve heard her when her meaning couldn’t be clearer
And the poet bubbles up from within
Everyone is talking but no one responds with her art
Words that have been seeking a muse the next line to spark
The poet does her work, and sets the scene to rhyme
He is working towards the time when he will say what’s on his mind
While she is practicing her lines… On other people
Nothing shows a poet’s hand like verse thrown down
Regardless of the consequence
As she weaves her poetry between his lines
Deep within them stirs a need to share the words
And the poets simmer on through the night
Feathery flames of metered prose that somehow come out right
Words they have been yearning all of their lives to hear
The poets do their work and their poem begins to form
As he finally says his lines, speaking them for all of time
She is tossing back a rhyme… That’s now or never
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The Last Song I Sing
03:32
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This can’t be the last song I sing to you before I die
I’ve too much work to do
So many promises I made to myself,
To always seek the beauty in you
And never to be ending this thing that’s so true.
This can’t be the last time the two of us will watch the sunrise
I’ve too many visions in my mind.
So many dreams I have that all seem just to involve you
Places to go, things to do
On this lifeline spun together weaving our way through.
Too many roads left to travel
Too many mountains left to climb
And all the restaurants where we can dine
In each of which I’ve a thousand things to tell you
But all I end up saying is how much I love this view -- of you.
I know that time will pass and one day we’ll be parted
But until then let’s just get started
And live the best damn life we can.
This won’t be the last song I’ll sing to you from the depths of my heart
To let you know how much I love you
And how much I care, and how the love we share
Will keep us moving just as long as we dare
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Charles Grant Boston, Massachusetts
Charles Grant is an after hours musician who's gone through spurts of writing music and playing the piano since the 1970's. Performing for friends and family from then to now and still going...
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