Boogie-Woogie With a Bit of Hip-Hop

Of course I like to mingle,
When the fun is piping hot.
Being around those single...
After making two divorce stops?
There's nothing like having others know,
When one has been through a lot.
And having a frown lifted off my face...
With a smile that now says,
'I'm not dead! Let's finger pop! '

Baby bloomers fill the room,
Showing we've survived the aging gloom...
Is an adventure we all have in common!
And I can still move to all kinds of grooves,
Move over doom...
I'm with some people who haven't forgotten,
How to 'Boogie-Woogie' with a bit of 'Hip-Hop'!

~Be my, be my baby...
My one and only baby~

'Johnny Mathis?
Chances Are...
We are 'here' to 'hear' some James Brown! '

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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