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