Enticing Memories Into The Limelight Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Sounding like people on the warpath, stomping and
stepping into the limelight as music calls every-
one from behind this week's tumult and stress.

Turning it around, giving so much pleasure, look-
ing into tempos, hoping they don't slow down at
all.

Pictures being painted and hung on walls in the
corridors of our minds, saving them for days to
come, wanting to look back on each of them.

Such enticing memories, keeping us on track as we
totally give of ourselves, never looking back, just
enjoying our lives with a fabulous band playing.