JOY
There you are
My dear, old friend
I was certain we were through
I remember the was
I recall the had been
But I left...nothing else to do
The weight, so heavy
The focus, intense
I needed to move
The music played
I hummed along
But my legs...lost in the groove
....so much muck and mire
Yes, yes, but here you are
It's over...it IS really over
I see you clear as day
With feathered hat
Mismatched attire
Bright lipstick
And a smile to slay millions
JOY...JOY...JOY
Life is good!
Written by Trudy Schrader on 11-01-2025
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