My song

Don’t teach my songs too much discipline
Let him run around, naked, in the rains.


I will not let my song pull down, sneer
At the fallen, or praise the strong.


My song will not live in the palaces –
But roam, free, in the bazaars and the beaches.


I will let my song fly kites, and soar
And mess with the clouds and play with the rainbow.


I will cuddle my song when it is sad
Seeing a hungry dog, or an old beggar.


When I am old and weak and cranky,
My song will be there to soothe me, I hope.


And when I am no more around,
You will look at my song, and remember me
And when I am no longer around,
My song will make you smile, and I will be happy.

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