Listen To the Beat

I wish I could get in the groove,
As I used to years ago
My body parts won't move
When my heart pleads with them to go.

The music is fantastic,
With that perfect beat
My legs feel like elastic
When I stand up on my feet

A singer is trilling,
An old favourite song of mine
Her voice is not thrilling
But it brings back memories, Divine

Next, the sound of a drummer
Giving his very best
Rendition, putting his version
Of Rhythm to the test.

Rhythm brings Joy
To everyone who listens
It makes you want to dance
Or it can make your eyes glisten,

Glisten with tears,
Both Happy and sad,
Feeling the rhythm of life, you had
And still, have that today.
It will stay with us all
Until we quietly fade away.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2023

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Wolf Avatar
February 7, 2023 at 6:19 PM
Dance with your heart, Shirley. That's what I do at weddings now. We play the hand we're dealt. :) gw
Hawkins Avatar
February 8, 2023 at 4:33 PM
Dance your care's away, even if it's just for a little while.
Seeker Avatar
February 7, 2023 at 4:08 AM
Feet can yet tap and shoulders twirl while sitting and of course our soul is dancing, unseen. Beautiful write, Shirley
Hawkins Avatar
February 8, 2023 at 4:40 PM
I am so pleased you liked the Poem, US. Thank you for your kind comment. Take care and keep dancing. Shirley
M  Avatar
February 7, 2023 at 3:53 AM
Shirley this actually made me feel sad….wanting and loving something and no longer being able to do. Debx
Hawkins Avatar
February 8, 2023 at 4:43 PM
Thank you, Deb Don't feel sad; there are many ways to dance, I hope you are OK as I have missed reading your poems over the last three days, Take care. Shirley XX
Buhagiar Avatar
February 7, 2023 at 1:51 AM
I too have memories of my dancing days. It was wonderful to go with the rhythm. Now we are old and we can only dream o our favorite song.
Hawkins Avatar
February 8, 2023 at 4:49 PM
The old songs bring back memories, don't they, Victor? It can also bring people you miss closer for a while. Were you born in Malta? I was born in London, England. Take care, Shirley
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