Wearily walking down lanes of yesterday, fatigued and
absolutely drained of energy.
Then putting in a CD, turning it on and listening to
the music touch senses with an intense pressure, feeling
good, bringing being alive again.
Taking it into stairwells, getting ready to climb to
heights of intellect, becoming self, energetic and lively.
Playing the game of life again, defining meanings of
designs, creating them for future poems.
RoseAnn V. Shawiak
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/playing-life-s-games/
