Open Poetry #13 |
The Musician |
PortuguesePoet Junior Member
since 2001-04-24
Posts 34 |
I was born for this Many years ago To live within the tune And all my being Rejoices when Perfection seems so near. Every stroke and every note Seems to echo Some of that great dream, When man first raised his head I was born for this Many years ago To seek the perfect note And all my life I travel still In search of that great tune. And as I go into that dark night I know it will be left behind My quest unfinished And still I try For pleasures all shall be given. A musicians life A hopeless quest At last to find my peace. |
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SEA
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since 2000-01-18
Posts 22676with you |
I liked this very much..... |
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Sunshine
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since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
PPoet...this is absolutely wonderful, and sings to be carried back to the top! |
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Balladeer
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since 1999-06-05
Posts 25505Ft. Lauderdale, Fl USA |
to live within the tune....a wonderful phrase We all go through life, I think, searching for that perfect something...I can hear the melody of "The Impossible Dream" playing... very well written, poet.. |
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PortuguesePoet Junior Member
since 2001-04-24
Posts 34 |
Thankyou all for your comments. Im glad you liked the poem. Truly life is one huge quest for perfection of one form or another... |
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