The voices of the past
Their opuses ring out
Serenades to remind me
That my days are numbered
Not to waste them idly
Their lessons left speak out
Loudly and clearly so
Those who might listen
Their hearts being a guide
Warming the coldest moments
They who passed by here
So long ago, thought silenced
The quiet breezes carry
Their message of hope precious
The lore we come to cherish
And so there is more to being
Not just surviving daily drudgery
For a while is so very short
Wisdom learned through listening
'Til it's time to join the choir