Tonight, I sing a new song
Simply because tomorrow brings with it a new tune..
I think back to old chords, sung and unsung.and I appreciate
Because my History is part of who I am and who I will be someday.
And as I close the book of things past
To allow it rest on the shelves where dust resides.
Don't be fooled..Because I do it
Nostalgically but willingly..
But that was a moment ago.
As I look to the future..
Thoughts of new tunes come to my mind
And I grow a spring in my step.
I hold my head up high..
I throw a whistle to the wind.
I'm not looking back,that's for sure.