Five Lines And Some Notes

When the time limts up the memories still last.

An upbeat, a slow beat or even a tune.

Recollecting your past.

 

Moods switch like the sun and the moon.

Makes you want to get up and dance like a fool.

Beats you could make by taping a spoon.

 

It's the type of thing you bring to a pool.

Some activities can cause you to blossom.

People dance battle like it was a dual.

 

Some people stay still just like a possom.

Others let loose and show all of their skills.

For all of thoes reasons music is awesome.

 

 

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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