The song of life,
The song of life is played
In the key of time.
Seconds tick minutes into hours for days to find
As weeks couple bearing months that years combine
Into passing decades etched forever on the mind.
Friends, in chorus, help harmonize the melody divine.
But the tune,
The tune is ours
The tune is ours alone,
But the tune is ours, ours, all alone to find.
Song Tune is my signature poem, sort of like, a theme song of a singer or a band. You immediately recognize the association, in my case, at least I am aware.
Though we are, everyone is, all things in The Universe are part of the sounds of this great Song and that which comprises life is highly regulated. Time extends its all powerful arm as that which a blacksmith would weld.
Left to each of us, the influential living, is a highly personal element of our existence, our own tune. We and only we can frame ourselves within a theme we pick for ourselves. Each is different so it must play to music within us, "ours, ours all alone to find."