Time Into Measures Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Time Into Measures



Listening to Tom Jones from the good old days,
songs and rhythms filling my mind with memories
where I happened to be at the time.

Jumping and loving, taking the time into measures
of yesterday, living in the bluened light of a
spiritual heavenly bliss.

Being contented, happy, light and carefree, even
though sitting here, waiting to have blood drawn.

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