Saturday, July 9, 2016

Missing the Music

















With the broom, the vacuum, even the dog,
I’d jump at every chance…
I wonder when the exact time occurred,
When I forgot to dance?

I think it happened years before,
I grew old, achy, dizzy and sore;
Around the time I viewed the world,
With jaded vision, in color no more.

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