When she sings

            When she sings

I pick up my vinyl record

 I place it on the dial

I walk onto the dance floor

I jive around with style
My feet they keep on tapping

My lips begin to move

My heart is beating faster

Now that I am in the groove
What makes this so amazing

Is that I’m sixty and I’m ageing

Like a youth I am behaving

When I hear her sing

Jpoet7

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