Repertoire

I sang of books, and pages turned

Upon the antique shelves —

But I felt small beneath the mysteries

Into which scholars delved

I sang of love, and love I found

A tender thing and sweet —

But still I longed for a stranger’s touch

Whom I had yet to meet

I sang of law, and glory won

Inside the courtroom doors —

Then I came outside and looked upon

A world much like it was before

And if of peace I now should sing —

What peace would come to me?

Show me a life I won’t despise

So I can let it be.