Put on your dancing shoes and shake your hips for this Day 25 poem for National Poetry Month...
My Life as a Soundtrack
Come now, put those old records on,
spin me round, maybe dance ‘til dawn
Why don’t you bring some rock and roll,
deliver me that beat with soul.
Remember when, our lifetime gone,
come now, put those old records on
Slow down, relax, and drift away
far back toward sweet summer days
That ticking time can wear you down
Hear the music and twist your frown
Come now, put those old records on,
beneath soft light and curtains drawn
Crank up the volume, high and loud,
rattle the bones, and shake it proud
Feel the beat while they wail their song
Come now, put those old records on
© A. F. Stewart 2015 All Rights Reserved
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