Young At Heart Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Young At Heart



Being elderly, not feeling like the label that's been pasted on me.
Still young at heart and mind, tacitly rocking to music that I love to write to.
Moving interiorly, in time with an incessant tempo, following rhythm's direction throughout journeys of life.

Saturday, March 16, 2013
Topic(s) of this poem: music
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