Not Everything in Life Will Come to Song

Each melody is an active session

for shadowy cognitions that forbid

or thwart their open verbal expression -

misgivings, say, for what we said or did

that never quite rose to apology

or regret, successes we recognized

years after the fact, though better too late

than too soon...

                                We trudge through analogy

towards a world in which we're always outsized

by what it's determined shall be our fate.

"But sometimes I just cannot catch the tune!"

the poet bawled unto an abject moon.

I've heard this said and found it isn't wrong:

Not everything in life will come to song.