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I CAN'T SING BY Robert Hewett Sr.
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.
"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”.
Copyright 1987 by Robert Hewett Sr.