Copyright 2012 Michael Gibbowr
(Dedicated to Jen Trani a Musical Muse)
(and Youthful Reminder of The Power of a Song)
My hands don’t pick guitar like they use to do
My voice won’t hit those notes like I once knew…
It seems I’ve lost a step or two
With this aging thing we do…
But I still have me a time…
Turning-out melody and rhyme
Like my Daddy taught me to
And Grandpa use to do…
‘Cause music soothes the soul…
Makes the mind and body whole!
Gives hope and fends off fears…
Dries many a river of tears!
Yeah, music sets things right...
For those in the dark of night…
Puts smiles on faces too...
‘Cause music’s still the best cure for the blues…
My feet don’t keep time like they use to do
My ears won’t hear the band like I once knew…
It seems I’ve lost the luster of youth
But to tell you the truth…
I still have me a time…
Turning-out melody and rhyme
Like my Daddy taught me to
And Grandpa use to do…
‘Cause music soothes the soul…
Makes the mind and body whole!
Gives hope and fends off fears…
Dries many a river of tears!
Yeah, music sets things right...
For those in the dark of night…
Puts smiles on faces too...
‘Cause music’s still the best cure for the blues…
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