Happy Melody Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Happy Melody



Rocking and rolling in my chair as I write, listening
to the rhythm of a line dance as I watch the senior
dancers keeping time like a ritual in life.
Softly tapping and sliding into musical scores,
attempting to keep up with one another.
Aching, breaking hearts not able to cry, because the
melody of the song is much to happy to do anything
but laugh.

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