Jean Murray Poet Rhyme

Music Feeds My Soul

My Daddy was a Music Man.
His DNA is in my soul.
I was born with dancing feet.
With music, I am never alone.

I imagine when I'm eighty.
Struggling to move along.
If I hear that rhythm,
my zimmer will be gone!.

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Probir Gupta February 3, 2017 at 6:14 AM Great indeed ... delight personified ! ... Jean Murray February 3, 2017 at 9:48 AM Thank you Probir.

Arthur Vaso February 2, 2017 at 5:48 PM Nice, and rums fills mine, might explain my wooden legs! :) Jean Murray February 2, 2017 at 6:51 PM Rum does not seem to do your soul much harm Arthur, if it can produce the poems it does. Don't worry about those wooden legs, I can dance around you.

Tim Smith February 2, 2017 at 2:29 PM I'll strap on my dancing shoes and join you. Jean Murray February 2, 2017 at 5:03 PM HURRY...

Daniel Turner February 2, 2017 at 2:23 PM Shake it, Jean:) Very fun poem! Jean Murray February 2, 2017 at 2:25 PM Music playing loud as we speak Daniel. The one advantage of having the house to myself now.