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Watching , observing
As the singer floats away lost
My camera snaps
My hips sway
And I see the lawn chairs
And try to hide my desire
to move my body and dance
One hip
the other
oops I did not do that right
But noone sees
I have no desire to be seen
As the older crazy lady
but I can't just sit
I want to move
to get the groove
Isn't that why
god gave us rhythm
Other wise we'd be a
birthing baby's tin man
with no ability to get in the mood
About the Creator
Antoinette L Brey
I am an elder in a time of freedom. I am now retired. All i want to do is have fun. Without a daily routine, my imagination is one of my only salvations. I am not planning on writing a book, it is just for my own pleasure
Comments (3)
Fantastic!
Older crazy lady hahahahaha. Loved your poem!
Great poem!