{"sf1_id":203378,"sf2_id":null,"title":"Play On","author":"The_Real_Threetails","words":113,"posted_at":"2010-12-17T06:49:00.000Z","tags":["Celebration","Love","Music","Poetry","impermanence","life","persistence"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/203378-play-on","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/view/203378","image_url":"https://www.sofurryfiles.com/std/thumb?page=203378\u0026ext=.jpg","description":"","content":"\u0026nbsp;\n\nI sing in a voice weakened by shouting,  \nA voice weakened by hunger,  \nBy tears,  \nBy sickness;  \nHear my song; I shall sing in spite of these.\n\nI dance with feet wounded by asperity,  \nFeet blistered by marching,  \nBy wandering,  \nBy hard roads beneath them,  \nBut I shall dance, in spite of this.\n\nPlay on, merry troubadours,  \nToday I dance and sing,  \nMy pain to the wayside cast,  \nThe fears of old a ragged coat.\n\nPlay on, merry troubadours,  \nTomorrow's stamp is faint,  \nLife's flimsy lease an aphid's wing,  \nQuicksilver fortune's leanings vague.\n\nA song becomes a dirge,  \nThe dance a Danse Macabre,  \nBut not today; live! Play!  \nPlay on, merry troubadours!\n\n  \n  \n\n"}