Sing

About this poem: As I said in a earlier poem, music is a big part of my life. There is a line in this poem that has nothing to do with this poem. You will know it when you read it. I know it is odd and out of the blue. It made sence at the time. As always advice/comments below. Thank you!

Sing:

We sing of love

And hope

And pray

We sing in and out

Of every day

But how do we know

What to sing and how

Do we leave that

For our hearts to chose

Or for the conductor to chose

It’s not up to the conductor

It’s up to our moods

The spin of the earth

The love in our hearts