She was feeling

A little like Willie

Felt like dancing

Sitting outside and drinking

She wanted company of the very best kind

Good stuff and great times

She was feeling

A little like Willie

Didn’t understand why

There were tell tale lines on her face

She felt they betrayed

How she felt inside

But then again

She had no regrets

Of the life she had lived

The way she loved

The dances she had

Time was kicking her ass

But she was kicking back

She was feeling like Willie

Making peace with her past

Living for this moment

As if it were her last

Jeanna’ Mead

6 06 a.m. 10.25.19

By jeannasoul

I'm a woman that is absolutely in love with life....I'm doing what I love to do-as a massage therapist,a writer,a seeker of all that touches my soul and lifts my body.
I find great pleasure in the midst of chaos, in time with nature and kindred spirits.
I love the wisdom and clarity of Paulo Coelho, the music that makes me dance, and being present with the person I'm with.
I write to fulfill my soul and, hopefully, to touch others.

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