An Accordion Player Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

An Accordion Player



Saturating my mind with happiness as a beer barrel polka
is played harmoniously by an accordion player named Todd.
Filling us all with pleasure and taking away our aches
and pains for moments in time.
A peaceful, enjoyable time is being had by us all,
forgetting troubles as they are played into our sunsets,
releasing us from our trials momentarily.

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