Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, THE SINGER, by WALT MASON


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THE SINGER, by                     Poet's Biography
First Line: I sing my song the whole day long, and keep
Last Line: Their piles for cheerful smiles and lays by lilting liars.
Subject(s): Poetry & Poets; Singing & Singers


I SING my song the whole day long, and keep my harp a-going, to try to cheer the

people near, while dodging bricks they're throwing. I sing of hope and all such

dope, of gay and bright tomorrows, of canning care and black despair, and
putting lids on sorrows. Year after year this sort of cheer, I'm tirelessly
providing, and my winged steed keeps up his speed, though galled by too much
riding. Throughout this land the folks will stand a lot of misfit singing, if
but the bard, when whooping hard, a gladsome note is springing. Though cracked
his voice, if he'll rejoice, and laugh at woe and wailing, men will remark,
"Long may his bark on smiling seas be sailing!" Yet poets write of starless
night, and ghouls and women weeping, of lovers dead and vampires dread that
batten on the sleeping. The dismal pote oft finds his goat has from his keeping

wandered; his odes won't bring enough, by jing, to have his nightie laundered.
For in this vale the rhythmic wail will never tempt sane buyers, who'll blow
their piles for cheerful smiles and lays by lilting liars.





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