Dancing When Younger Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Dancing When Younger



Rushing down lanes, searching for good times to enjoy with
other people.
Dancing and singing, rocking and having a wonderful time.
Pleasant memories of younger days when all my sisters and
I went out dancing and having fun.
Never worrying about anything, knowing we were there for
each other no matter what.

Tuesday, December 10, 2013
Topic(s) of this poem: fun
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