Being Blessed Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Being Blessed
Living the dream, here at the Wagon Yard, listening to
karaoke and being with a group of friends.
All of them fantastic singers, rousting rhythms and
allowing me to play and write with their tones and
beats.
Giving plenty of poetry to be written, living in the
moment, strobe lights swirling all around and across
this table and floor.
Blessing me with the beauty of human nature while
writing poetry.
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