Saviodsilva


Norb Walker
Poem

A Singer

My secret ambition,
Was to be a singer.
Like Placido Domingo,
Or Lauritz Melchior.

I used to joke,
My kids, I would trade.
For a voice like Lanza,
I would have it made.

Yes, I can sing,
And carry a tune.
But lack finesse,
And professional croon.

Well I'll keep on singing,
With Pavarotti.
While my voice comes out,
Like Jimmy Durante.


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