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I CAN'T SING BY Robert Hewett Sr.

Updated on June 7, 2012
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I truly can sing, in my mind, just can't sing on key out loud. I think I am too afraid I will sound bad, so I do. Of course this has not stopped me from singing around home. I drive my wife to distraction sometimes. This poem was the result of the family watching something on TV that did not interest me so I wrote this poem. My wife, and others, who do not sing, find it funny. Often, people with the ability to singt just find it sad. I wrote it to make the reader smile and it has a lot of truth about me in it. So enjoy my deficiency in vocalizing songs and be glad you don't have to hear me in person.

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"I CAN'T SING"

I have always believed that I can sing,

Clear and musical with notes that ring.

I hear them in my inner music ear.

The words and music are so clear,

I love music; I can feel it in my bones.

My feet are moving in rhythm with the tones.

I can dance, and the band yells "more, more".

They served me Champagne on the dance floor.

I sound good in my inner music ear.

In the shower, not bad, it eases my fear.

But then a loud voice says "STOP IT DAD"

We can’t hear the TV; you sing real bad".

I know just what to do to get better,

I will sing in the woods and please Mother Nature.

“OH WHAT A BEAUTIFUL MORNING

OH WHAT A BEAUTIFUL DAY

I’VE GOT A WONDERFUL FEEL…….

Stop that caterwauling, you’re scaring all the game away.

Go plow your fields or mow your hay,

You sure can’t sing I’m here to say”.

My tractor is what I need. On its' seat I have no fetter.

I can sing while I work and I will get better..

“Oh SWEET CAROLINE, GOOD TIMES NEVER WERE SO GOOD,

AND I’D BE INCLINED TO BELIEVE THEY NEVER COULLLLDDD”

Hmnm, I wonder why the horses neigh and run away.

There must be a change in the weather on the way.

Here comes my truck with my wife at the wheel

She slides to a stop giving dust a big deal.

“Are you okay,’ she says?

“The neighbors said you sounded hurt.”

I was just singing, I say,

looking down at my tractor with dismay.

Now, I know that I can sing, but

I will just have to wait for that day

When Jesus says

“Come on in, you sing real fine”.

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Copyright 1987 by Robert Hewett Sr.


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      rOBERT hEWETT SR. 4 years ago from Louisville, Kentucky

      Thanks Epi, I always enjoy your comments. Happy New AYear

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      epigramman 4 years ago

      Don't worry Sir Robert, a lot of so called professional singers out there can't sing either -lol - but at least you have humility and wit about it - and this priceless piece of poetic wit showcases not only your writing talent but your class too. Sending you warm wishes for your continued health, happiness and prosperity for you and your family in the new year - lake erie time ontario canada 4:28pm

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      bankscottage 5 years ago from Pennsylvania

      It may have been public, but I was sitting in the back row and the lights were out. Not that bold of a performance.

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      rOBERT hEWETT SR. 5 years ago from Louisville, Kentucky

      Great comment Bankscottage, congratulations on standing up there and singing in a public place. Thanks for reading my poem. I hope it made you smile

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      rOBERT hEWETT SR. 5 years ago from Louisville, Kentucky

      Margaret, you make my day, what a perfect rhyming review comment. It so happens I can milk a cow and your whole verse is right on target.

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      rOBERT hEWETT SR. 5 years ago from Louisville, Kentucky

      Welcome Hubert to the group of would be singers who entertain ourselves with perfect renditions in our minds.

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      rOBERT hEWETT SR. 5 years ago from Louisville, Kentucky

      You are a sweetheart Lee, thanks so much for your delightful comment.

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      bankscottage 5 years ago from Pennsylvania

      Robert, when I was about 10, my grandmother once said to me, 'As a singer, you are better still'. I was 30 before I realized grandma was slamming me. I worked as an usher in a movie theater in high school (remember ushers). I was the guy in the back singing Tevia's songs off key during "Fiddler on the Roof". Keep singing, God loves it.

      Voted up, awesome and shared.

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      Margaret Branstutter 5 years ago

      Don't give up, don't be a fool. While milking a cow, sitting on a stool. You will find your answer while pulling on a teat. You will know you can sing if still sitting on the seat. Oohs did I hear a splintering sound, like a cows angry kick. Don't be dishearten Daisy is probably feeling a bit Sick.

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      Hubert Williams 5 years ago

      Very good rhyme that captures many of us and holds us in that corral of non-singers. "Happy traaails to us, who cannot sing a lick"

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      Leokadia Durmaj 5 years ago

      It was such a pleasure to read this delightful piece of poetry. It does not really matter you see that many critique your singing as not being good enough to listen to. I am sure the Choir of Angels will be happy to join them when it is time.

      Music is in the blood this I know, I was asleep on the lounge the other day and my son was playing his music and he told me my foot was tapping, I had no idea....

      Never give up what you love to do....

      Sending blessings for a wonderful weekend, Lee