The Sound Of Music Poem by Toni Rumbel
The Sound Of Music
I love the music playing in the ballroom
I dance alone, waiting for my boy
He sits alone, forced to listen, it's his doom
Feel so bad, he acting like my puppet, my toy
The sound of music, it's so great
But you don't really care for music, do you?
I dance alone while you paitently wait
For your hopeful leaving cue
Tuesday, June 7, 2011
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4/24/2024 10:34:44 PM # 1.0.0.1119
'But you don't really care for music, do you? ' That line! Leonard Cohen, the lyrical God himself, wrote that beautiful line and you referenced it seamlessly! I like this theme! But it seems so very mean. :) Still, something we've all done; our happiness at the expense of another's... Very interesting indeedy: D