A Lost Happiness Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Lulled by morning sleep, moving slowly, taking time
to wake up.
Music climbing into consciousness a little at a
time, building to a crescendo in hearts and feet as
people follow melodies into awakening.
Being present on doorsteps to the unknown, hearing
rhythms breaking the monotony of old age, taking
spirits out onto dance floors of future horizons,
creating a happiness lost in lonely days with
themselves.