No Wishful Thinking Being Done Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Up and down, steps are being completed in cadence along with
the band, swinging to the guitars and their rhythms as they
slide into our minds.

Moving our feet into realms of beats being drummed by a great
drummer, no wishful thinking being done because all is being
relived in the bosom of music.

Totally feeling like Moms are caring for us as the band plays
on and on through the darkness of night, twilight bringing
more energy into our beings.