Thirty-six sings well the
song of life,
Having long known well its sweet refrain.
In passion, joy, and love lies happiness,
Resting in the arms of death and pain.
There are those who battle for success,
Yet wind up winning much with little
Sing, then, of what is
neither more nor less;
In music limn the grace beneath the strife,
X-rays of a silence, spare and
Copyright by Nicholas Gordon