Simple Life In Lines Of Music Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Knowing that this night will end and all the laughter
and joy will be folded and put away in dresser drawers
until another time.

When we come back to the Wagon Yard, our minds return-
ing to the simple life of equations in lines of music
as it begins to play in and through lengths of rhythms.

Wanting to be expressed throughout every measure of this
earthly life, never to put down our memories on the side,
wanting only to be there even though tears may fall.