Our time passes by and we hardly have time for the chorus,
While singing the verses and doing the things here before us,
A symphony, jingle, or maybe a song sung by Doris,
By end of the day, there is not enough time for the chorus
We hear all the words, but we don’t comprehend what they’re saying,
Because we are busy in doing the things they are playing,
Like notes on the page, so unconsciously working and paying,
We hear all the music, but don’t have the time for the swaying.
No time for the chorus, just working to make a small living,
No time for the chorus and wishing that life was more giving,
We sing all the verses, but do it with so much misgiving,
No time for the chorus, no time to just celebrate living.
If I could play music, I’d play only those for the dancing,
Reserving my time for relaxing and some for romancing,
Exploring the planet, its people, with waltzing and prancing,
If I could play music, I’d play only those for the dancing.
If I could write music, I’d write only words for the chorus,
For things that are solid, that matter, not things that are porous,
Like time spent with friends and with loved-ones; the trees, not the forest,
If I could write music, I’d write only words for the chorus.
No time for the chorus, just working to make a small living,
No time for the chorus and wishing that life was more giving,
We sing all the verses, but do it with so much misgiving,
No time for the chorus, no time to just celebrate living.
The song will be over before we can even get started,
The end of the song is when time on this earth has departed,
Le’s sing out the chorus and music that hasn’t been charted,
It’s time for the chorus, for those who are brave, not fainthearted.
No time for the chorus, just working to make a small living,
No time for the chorus and wishing that life was more giving,
We sing all the verses, but do it with so much misgiving,
No time for the chorus, no time to just celebrate living.
by David Ronald Bruce Pekrul
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David, this is very nice. I liked the repititions and the wording.
If I could write music I would I would write you some praises.
“The song will be over before we can even get started,
The end of the song is when time on this earth has departed,
Letโ€s sing out the chorus and music that hasnโ€t been charted,
Itโ€s time for the chorus, for those who are brave, not fainthearted.”" we all are engaged in a rat race. No one can hear anything patiently, and enjoy the rhythm,, or melody, or enjoy the sweetness in life.’ Just like eating from a delicatassen, and rushing out to catch a bus or train…..
very nice