The Fifer Poem by Raj Arumugam

It's a slice of life
this childhood and music and play;
the melody may envelope life
but everything that is come
must have a growth and going

listen to the play, the tune
the delightful music that
fills the mind, your being
and what you might call your soul

listen to the gentle start
and the rise and the fall
and the sound-somersault in the air

but alas, they all fade,
they all have their time
and everything that comes
has a duration and a death