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Prediction? Time will tell.

 I started singing in a choir, 

When I was seventeen,

Knew NOT the voice I then did have,

Though I was really keen


To sing and learn the harmony

To me, seemed 'twas inate

I heard the melody, and I

Could harmonise, first rate.


Informed, was I by choir master,

"You sound like you're a bass"

So placed with some longstanding men,

To quicken up the pace


Of learning notes to harmonise,

It did not take me long

To b'able, quickly, notes to sing

Adding a depth to song.


For forty seven years, I've sung

The harmony, in bass,

So now, I hear a tune that's new

And sing my part, in place.


Have noticed though, quite recently,

The notes in lower tone,

Which once were sung quite liberally,

Are not now in my zone.


So my thoughts are, "My voice did break

At seventeen years old,

So has it now 'repaired' itself

As 'twas in former 'mould'?"


"Will I have seventeen more years

To sing in higher voice?

And then I'll maybe HAVE to stop

Been given zero choice?


At 64, plus 17,

I added in my head,

"That's  81,  a ripe old age,

For this 'tree' to be 'felled'.








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