And Now We’re Old

I’ve lost my singing voice. I was once a singer. In college I was chosen to sing with the California Honor Choir (only a few were chosen), and I sang at Disneyland with my group, and I sang at other places. I held the solo mike. I was a singer.

Now my voice is gone, and so now I listen to other singers.

For example, now I listen to My Dan who sings to the dogs. Instead of worrying about how poor his voice is, he simply sings his two-note songs, with vigor, with a heart bigger than the moon.

He sings to the dogs.

I love My Dan.

He sings to my silence.

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