Disintegrating moods of aging melancholy is an art,
practiced daily in front of expectant audiences.
Strumming, drumming, staying calmly together with
one another, as chords of a guitar stretch and
change from one sound to another.
Filling the atmosphere with an aroma of natural
desire, as people aging in their seats become alive,
getting up to dance in rhyming rhythms across the
dance floor with one another.
Forgetting age and pains, always sitting on their
minds, with a sublime entertainment producing life-
saving endorphins, flowing through their bodies.
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