it was summer
and there was music everywhere
and everyone was young
especially the old
who, graced by everlasting light,
learned how to step again
into a dance that all naturally know
but most spend their life
pretending not to
for isn’t it too loud
my hearing isn’t what it used to be
and don’t get me started on
the wobble of my legs
Mizpellt wurdz
Only as good as my word, and I often have pretty bad – or should I say poor – word choice.
oh and my knees
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