962.Popping (Pops)

I’m jamming to an unbelievable beat
When I’ve reached age seventy-two
And it’s hardest when I sleep
The bounce still kicks in my shoes
Even when I’ve got the blues
But my soul remains in my soles
The music isn’t stopping
Even as I age I’m rocking
And the chords & rhythm are popping
All the notes are heard at once
Not distinctly as I bounce
They combine to make my sound
I try not to look around
For uninhibited is what I desire
On the charts that are on fire!

About bognetta

Love has been so much more powerful than other people's control. I think it's all love, but sometimes it doesn't feel like love. That is because so many people are defensive, protective, and do not care to trust in that four letter word...love!
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