The Goodlife

September 19, 2015 at 4:35 pm (Poems)

The music laughed
and the dancing played
when the little girl
tossed back her braid
and ran into
her daddy’s arms,
he took her up
and twirled her round.
The crowd we clapped
and raised a glass
to the love of a dad
and his lovely lass.
We took our places
on the floor
and when it stopped
we asked for more.
Oh, clap your hands
and stamp your feet
to the tune of Saturday’s
goodlife beat!



  1. nobodysreadingme said,

    I can see this, my friend.

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