Money Can't Buy Adrenaline-Filled Rhythms Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Melodies now hitting and touching this brain's pleasure
centers, not wanting this to be the last song, wanting
to not lose this musical rhythm at all.

Hoping to have it follow us all through life as we kick
up our heels and hearts to the sounds of colorful music
day and night.

Money cannot buy this adrenaline-filled enjoyment of
rhythms as they continue to hit and rock our entire beings,
hearts, souls and spirits.

Western yodeling keeping us company, beautiful, rhythms now
keeping us close all through the rest of our lives, having
good times all together.