42/365: I used to sing

I used to sing
I tell them -

twice.

once
when I was young
for quartets, and concerts
with parts
and cryptic figures on a page

once
when not so much older
for long marches
feeling the rhythm in my feet and hands -
sweat in heat or
hand clapping for cold.

now there are songs

(this is my song
I find myself saying)
I sing myself,
but I have fewer illusions
that
what I assume you shall assume.