IT NO LONGER SOUNDS THE SAME

I heard the music begin, and drew in a breath for a song, a favourite of mine from long ago.

Right on cue, I sang the words as I always do—the pitch seemed odd.

The words had lost their clarity and crispness. 

Where had my voice gone?

The notes I could soar to and easily reach, now I could barely meet.

A sorrow hit my soul as I tried a repeat; it was a defeat.

Singing is such a joy: when you sing solo, sliding up and down the scales.

Singing to change the mood, to help others feel good, is so sublime.

We forget, as age encroaches, that voices too alter with time.

That does not mean we cannot sing—try lowering the pitch.

Sing loudly by yourself, letting the music carry you through. It may not be perfect.

Just do not waste a precious gift. 

Keep on singing along. 

It is a great thing to do.

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