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I have a confession…which to this poem I shall now bring…

when I think that no one’s listening or watching…I have a tendency to sing.

When I wake up, having a playlist which contains my favorite songs,

I go into the room where I write my poems, turn it on, and sing along.

In my car with the radio blasting…sometimes I fall into a trance

I forget that people might might be watching…as I sing…and often I dance.

When I’m in the shower…or, for that matter, in the rain under an umbrella… 

with no musical accompaniment…I sing acapella.

I never had dreams to be a famous singer…

with all the fame and fortune that would bring

all I know is there are times…when I just have to sing.

I know, for me, there is no better way for my day to start

than with a song upon my lips and music in my heart.

I use to wonder since this clandestine signing is my thing…

if I sing because it makes me happy…

or 

am I happy…and that is why I sing…

Looking back over the years however 

this is the conclusion I have reached…

It isn’t one or the other…

it’s a little bit of each.