This song is based on Elle Wheeler Wilcox’s poem called “Worth While”. I find that a lot of her poems are very much singable. They make great verses and tell a story. The added chorus just makes this song come alive.
My personal opinion about this poem is living life is worth while. Although this song does not have any reference to Jesus or religion what-so-ever, it still has religious undertones. I believe we are here on Earth for a reason and that reason is worth our while.
It is easy enough to be pleasant When life flows by like a song, But the man worth while is the one who will smile When everything goes dead wrong. For the test of the heart is trouble, And it always comes with the years, And the smile that is worth the praises of earth Is the smile that shines through tears.
Let the storms come—I'll go that extra mile, There’s a light ahead that makes it all worth while. Let the fire rage—with all of its trials, Time will prove that it was all worth while.
It is easy enough to be prudent When nothing tempts you to stray, When without or within no voice of sin Is luring your soul away; But it's only a negative virtue Until it is tried by fire, And the life that is worth the honor on earth Is the one that resists desire.
Let the storms come—I'll go that extra mile, There’s a light ahead that makes it all worth while. Let the fire rage—with all of its trials, Time will prove that it was all worth while.
By the cynic, the sad, the fallen, Who had no strength for the strife, The world's highway is cumbered to-day - They make up the sum of life; But the virtue that conquers passion, And the sorrow that hides in a smile - It is these that are worth the homage on earth, For we find them but once in a while.
Let the storms come—I'll go that extra mile, There’s a light ahead that makes it all worth while. Let the fire rage—with all of its trials, Time will prove that it was all worth while.
So when shadows fall, and you're walking alone, Hold on-your courage will carve out a throne. For hearts what endure with a tear and a smile... Will find in the end, It was all worth while. Yes, it will all be worth while.
Here is the second song that I had mentioned in my previous blog post. Obliviously this AI girl is not the one singing the song but she looks like she could be the singer. I did use ChatGPT to help with the chorus. I will post the full song below. The Verses are the poem itself and the chorus is AI.
[Verse 1] Do you remember that glorious June When we were lovers, you and I? Something there was in the robin's tune, Something there was in earth and sky, That was never before, and never since then. I wonder why.
[Chorus] I wonder why the winds still sigh, Like they remember you and I. The moon still climbs the same old sky— I wonder why… I wonder why.
[Verse 2] Do you remember the bridge we crossed, And lingered to see the ships go by, With snowy sails to the free winds tossed? I never pass that bridge but I sigh With a sense at my heart as of something lost. I wonder why.
[Chorus] I wonder why the winds still sigh, Like they remember you and I. The moon still climbs the same old sky— I wonder why… I wonder why.
[Verse 3] Do you remember the song we sung, Under the beautiful starlit sky? The world was bright, and our hearts were young - I cannot forget though I try and try. How you smiled in my eyes while the echoes rung. I wonder why.
[Chorus] I wonder why the winds still sigh, Like they remember you and I. The moon still climbs the same old sky— I wonder why… I wonder why.
[Verse 4] Do you remember how debonair The new moon shone when we said good-bye? How it listened and smiled when we parted there? I shall hate the new moon until I die - Hate it for ever, nor think it fair. I wonder why.
Oh, this is just a GIVEN for me! Poetry Music Of Course! How could it not be. I have so much poetry music on my YouTube channel. And now, I have a new favorite poet. Her name is Ella Wheeler Wilcox. I found her on the Public Domain Poetry website. I have been looking at her poems and see that she writes a lot about love and romance. So for this next month of July, I am picking 10 of her poems to make music with in Suno. Look for then to be made complete with video or images to match the song during the month of July.
Here is the list and an audio clip.
Worth WhileI Wonder WhyFive KissesCheating TimePeek-a-BooThe Giddy Girl WaltzThe Valley of FearWhy I Love HerBased on the poem called Why? But Midnight Relic StyleWhen My Sweet Lady Sings
Ladies and gentlemen, fasten your seatbelts and adjust your rearview mirrors—tonight, you’re taking a ride straight into the heart of funk. This ain’t your average groove… this is a velvet-wrapped, chrome-plated, mirrorball miracle. Introducing: The Midnight Relics—revvin’ up your soul with a track that purrs, struts, and swoons. She’s got curves, she’s got class… and baby, she’s got bass. Turn it up. Fall in love. This… is The Love Machine.
Here is how I waste me time. Writing songs, creating the music in Suno and loving the outcome.
I have been creating songs from public domain poems. These songs focusing on Stephen Vincent Benet’s Campus Sonnets. They share personal interpretations of four sonnets reflecting college experiences: studying stress, friendship, the aftermath of a party, and an ominous dream of death. Links to the generated songs are provided for each sonnet. Please watch each one in order from 1 to 4.
As you may know, I have been creating song from poems on the public domain. I have been choosing different poets over the last couple of months for song creation in Suno ai music generator.
This time I chose Stephen Vincent Benet. According to Wikipedia . He lived from July 22, 1898 to March 13, 1943. He was an American poet and short story writer. He is probably most notable for “The Devin and Daniel Webster” in 1936, and he also wrote “Seven Brides for Seven Brothers.”
After looking at all his poems on the public domain, I came across these four sonnets. They are called the Campus Sonnets and they tell a story. Now I could go to ChatGPT and tell you what ChatGPT thinks but I think you may want to know what I think and not some AI computer. So here it goes – here is my interpretation for each sonnet and also links to the songs I created in Suno to tell the story. And after listening to them all, you may hear the same chorus. Each of them sung differently but I think the chorus ties all four sonnets together.
Campus Sonnet 1: Before An Examination
The little letters dance across the page, Flaunt and retire, and trick the tired eyes; Sick of the strain, the glaring light, I rise Yawning and stretching, full of empty rage At the dull maunderings of a long dead sage, Fling up the windows, fling aside his lies; Choosing to breathe, not stifle and be wise, And let the air pour in upon my cage.
The breeze blows cool and there are stars and stars Beyond the dark, soft masses of the elms That whisper things in windy tones and light. They seem to wheel for dim, celestial wars; And I -- I hear the clash of silver helms Ring icy-clear from the far deeps of night.
In this sonnet, Stephen Benet is speaking from the point of view of being a college student. I was a college student once so I can relate. He puts it into verses that reflect studying for an exam. It is about how hard it is to study. Pulling an all nighter. It is about trying to cram a whole semesters worth of information into six to eight hours before the final exam. I believe the pictures in the video for the song captures how it feels to study all night.
Campus Sonnet 2: Talk
Tobacco smoke drifts up to the dim ceiling From half a dozen pipes and cigarettes, Curling in endless shapes, in blue rings wheeling, As formless as our talk. Phil, drawling, bets Cornell will win the relay in a walk, While Bob and Mac discuss the Giants' chances; Deep in a morris-chair, Bill scowls at "Falk", John gives large views about the last few dances.
And so it goes -- an idle speech and aimless, A few chance phrases; yet I see behind The empty words the gleam of a beauty tameless, Friendship and peace and fire to strike men blind, Till the whole world seems small and bright to hold -- Of all our youth this hour is pure gold.
This sonnet is all about being social. It is about making memories with your friends. The discussions and friends make us happy and make the whole college experience worth it. Did I have this kind of experience? My answer is No. I was already married with a child so having late night conversations and shooting the bull was not something I was privy to.
Campus Sonnet 3: May Morning
I lie stretched out upon the window-seat And doze, and read a page or two, and doze, And feel the air like water on me close, Great waves of sunny air that lip and beat With a small noise, monotonous and sweet, Against the window -- and the scent of cool, Frail flowers by some brown and dew-drenched pool Possesses me from drowsy head to feet.
This is the time of all-sufficing laughter At idiotic things some one has done, And there is neither past nor vague hereafter. And all your body stretches in the sun And drinks the light in like a liquid thing; Filled with the divine languor of late spring.
These verses seem to me to relive a morning after studying all night. The first sonnet is about studying for the exams. The second sonnet is about taking a break from studying and being with friends, so this sonnet is about the morning after. I think it about the morning after partying. I want to say I can relate – but I won’t.
Campus Sonnet 4: Return – 1917
"The College will reopen Sept. --." `Catalogue'.
I was just aiming at the jagged hole Torn in the yellow sandbags of their trench, When something threw me sideways with a wrench, And the skies seemed to shrivel like a scroll And disappear... and propped against the bole Of a big elm I lay, and watched the clouds Float through the blue, deep sky in speckless crowds, And I was clean again, and young, and whole.
Lord, what a dream that was! And what a doze Waiting for Bill to come along to class! I've cut it now -- and he -- Oh, hello, Fred! Why, what's the matter? -- here -- don't be an ass, Sit down and tell me! -- What do you suppose? I dreamed I... AM I... wounded? "YOU ARE DEAD."
Okay, for this last poem, I did not put it verbatim in the song. I did not feel comfortable about using certain words, which you can read for yourself. I wanted to convey the same message and I used ChatGPT to make alternative verses. This sonnet is about an accident that happened during the summer. He dies before the next semester but doesn’t know it. So to me, this sonnet is not just a dream he had. It was an actual accident that killed him but he did not know it. I don’t know what happens after we die but if all the studying, all the time spent with friends and all those beautiful moments are all for nothing, then what is the point? I know that in sonnet 2 where he is talking with his friends, he refers to Bill and that Bill scowled at Falk. Who is Falk?
After a quick google search, there is a Stephen Falk but he couldn’t have been talking about him because he was born in 1972. These sonnets were written in the early 1900’s. He must have been talking about the book “Falk: A Reminiscence” by Joseph Conrad. It was published in 1903. I haven’t read Joseph Conrad so I’m not sure why he would scowl but because he mentioned Bill in sonnet 2 and sonnet 4, there must be some type of link. Maybe I am totally wrong, and he doesn’t die because of Bill. But I wonder why Bill would say to him “You are Dead” in all capital letters if it wasn’t true. So on that note, until I read Joseph Conrad, I will not know the link. If you know, would you kindly enlighten me? I would really like to know what my readers think.
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Echoes, Identity, and the Courage to Create Anyway
When I first envisioned the video for Echoes of Her Lipstick, I wanted it to feel like memory itself—soft, sad, tender, a little smoky at the edges. A love that lingers, even in silence.
When I listened to the voice I imagined a man of color as the singer of the song, he became that visual—a figure mourning the woman whose lipstick he still sees in the mirror—I found myself hesitating.
Not because the story didn’t feel right. Not because the image wasn’t beautiful. But because of the voice inside me that whispered:
“What will they think?”
I’m a 55-year-old white woman from Arkansas. I grew up poor, in a time and place where life was often segregated—not just in neighborhoods, but in thinking. I didn’t grow up with friends of other races. I didn’t grow up seeing people who looked different from me in person and very seldom in romantic stories or music videos unless they were carefully “matched” to a certain expectation.
And yet… here I am now, creating something that didn’t follow those old expectations.
The Fear I Didn’t Want to Admit
If I’m being honest—and I always try to be—that little voice wasn’t coming from strangers. The voice in my head came from white women like me. The ones who might quietly disapprove, or unfollow, or ask behind closed doors, “Why’d she have to use that man?” And a deeper fear, the ugliest one:
Will they think I’m trying to be something I’m not?
Will they think I’m lowering my morals?
That last one stopped me cold.
Because the truth is—telling stories that reflect the full beauty of humanity isn’t lowering anything. It’s raising the standard.
Why I Left Him in the Video
Because the story didn’t ask for a race. The grief didn’t care about color. And the emotion—the real, raw ache of losing someone—was human.
He belonged there because the tenderness on his face matched the emotion in the song. Because his emotions on his face moved me. (And, yes, it is an AI image). Because love is not limited by what we look like—and neither should memory be.
And then came the comment. Just a simple comment from someone who watched:
“Where have you been hiding? You have amazing taste.”
That was all I needed.
What This Means for Me Going Forward
I’m not trying to be a political voice. I’m not trying to provoke. I’m just trying to tell the truth in art—even when it’s messy. Even when it pushes me out of my comfort zone.
If that broadens my audience beyond the bubble I grew up in—good. If it makes someone feel seen who usually isn’t—even better. And if it rattles someone who’s never had to think about these things before? Well, maybe that’s the start of something new for them too.
So I left him in. And I’m proud that I did.
Because this is who I am now— A storyteller. A late bloomer. A lipstick dreamer with something honest to say.
Final Thought
If you ever find yourself second-guessing your creative choices because of what people might whisper—listen harder to what your heart is shouting. Mine was shouting.
When I was in elementary school, there was a contest in the class for our grade to write a short story and make it into a book. I think I was in 3rd or 4th grade. I can’t exactly remember but I do remember that I didn’t not win anything. The teacher told us to go to the library and to find a book to base our story on and to make our own story. I don’t know what book I chose but it must not have been a very good book. The story I wrote was about a boy who didn’t have any friends and couldn’t find anyone to play with him. I wish I had that book I wrote now. I can remember one of the drawing and all it was – was a stick figure and a hill of dirt. I didn’t have much of an imagination back then. And I don’t know why I would chose a male over a female. I can’t remember the whole story but it was just basically about a boy who had no friends. Now the girl who did win in our class and in our grade had a story about a dragon. A fantasy story about a dragon is all I can remember. I felt so bad about not making a better story. Back then, I didn’t know that I could write.
Reading
Through out middle school I would read the books by Francine Pascal called Sweet Valley Twins or Sweet Valley High. The main characters were Elizabeth and Jessica Wakefield. There were some other ones geared for pre-teen girls but it was mostly those type of books. It wasn’t until around my 8th grade year I got into Stephen King. I had to have all the books. Looking back – I wish I hadn’t. Those ghost stories did a lot of damage to not only my soul but my real life. Those books can put things into your imagination that shouldn’t be there. And since I believe in Karma, I think those spooky stories can bring things into your life that you don’t need. You have to know that I didn’t grow up in a religious household. We didn’t go to church every Sunday. We didn’t do a lot of things and now that I am older, I am wishing I had.
Poetry
So how does all my life experience lead to poetry? Well, I’m not really sure. I have so much to share, so much to tell, and I really think it started last year – before Suno. When we would lay down to go to bed, I would hear music. I would ask my husband if he heard music and he always said no. It was practically every night. I didn’t hear voices singing, at least not loud but when I discovered Suno, the music stopped and I started hearing verses. I would wake up in the middle of the night and ask my husband if he said something and the answer was always a resounding no. So now I will pick up my phone and put it into the notes app on my phone or into ChatGPT to remember for me. Those lyrics would be different every night. I will sometimes hear a song on the radio and think I can hear a different song with that same style of music. I found I could do parody’s as as long as I mention that in the description, it is legal. I still have some verses or just one line sentences that need songs to go with them but nothing has hit me yet on what to do with them. Well, thanks for reading and I hope that if there is anyone else out there who can relate, you would let me know. Surely to goodness I can’t be the only one. Or am I?
This song is based on a song my mother wrote a long time ago. I modified the lyrics and I have the voice of Mr. Crazy Rummagesale Man singing the song. I hope you like it. The original lyrics are below.
Darlin’, Come to me Tonight
~ written by Dorothy Johnson
Darlin' come to me tonight, it'll be alright. I want you and love you so much, Come here and I'll teach you the facts of life, And I want you to hold me this way.
Darlin, when I kiss you, it feels so right. Your embrace is all that i Need And when you surrender your love to me All i want is your truth and honesty.
Darlin' come to me tonight, it'll be alright, I want you and love you so much. Come here and I'll teach you the facts of life, And I want you to hold me this way.
Darlin, when we go out, on the town, Everyone knows you are with me. Because when you hold on, to my arm, you look at me lovingly.
Darlin come to me tonight, it'll be alright. I want you and love you so much. Come here and I'll teach you the facts of life, And I want you to hold me this way.
Who’s Driving My Life? A Dream of Loss, Love, and Learning to Let Go
My fears come from my dreams. My dreams show me my fears. I have often had reoccurring nightmares. It may seem ridiculous but I really have to let these dreams get out of my subconscious in order to move on in life. I hope you will watch this first video to hear the whole dream and watch the second video to hear Chat GPT’s complete interpretation. The song is totally based on this dream. My mother sitting besides me in the car is something we used to do together. She passed away in 2014 but I will never forget her.
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Chase the Dream ~ Lyrics by Lisa Sanders
In the early morning light, I chase the dawn... Time slips through my hands - it's already gone.
I thought I had peace, everything in its place, But trouble walks in with a stranger’s face. My head said no, but I let her inside, Some things you don’t plan, they just arrive.
In the early morning light, I chase the dawn, Time slips through my hands – it’s already gone. It feels like someone else has been steering my life, Spirit in the seat, no map in sight.
I pushed back hard, didn’t want what she left, Like a child kicking fate, feeling half-bereft. I asked her name, but she vanished like smoke, Left me with questions and no words she spoke
But, of course, I should have known — This hand-me-down life, not fully my own. You don’t get to choose what fate drops at your door, You just hold it close or let it fall to the floor.
Now the floorboards hum with memories deep, Crumbs of the past, I can't help but keep. Ready to start, but silence replies — Still haunted by roads I never did drive.
In the early morning light, I chase the dawn, Time slips through my hands – it’s already gone. It feels like someone else has been steering my life, Spirit in the seat, no map in sight.
In the early morning light, I chase the dawn, Time slips through my hands — it's already gone. Feels like someone else, steering my way, A spirit guide beside me, still shaping my life.