Songs of yesteryear getting people up from their
seats, feet just itching to dance, rocking and
rolling across the dance floor.
People longing to enter rhythms in exercises of
dancing that complete one another in the night,
totally moving forward into times of yesterday.
In the end finding tempos in rhythms that are
filled with sensations of color and life all
being reflected in smiles of everyone.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem