Throwback to the 70's when I thought I might become a poet. (It didn't happen)
Old Colonial
I have no
rhythm.
Reggae I
cannot.
I learned to dance
with
Wordsworth and
some daffodils.
I have no
drums.
I have no
songs.
Once I
jingled bells
as I dashed through snow
Yodeled with cowboys.
Crooned myself
into love
with Bing,
Sinatra ......
What a foolishness?
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