I never tire from hearing The melodious sound of the anklets Years since I’ve been wearing Beautiful pieces resting on my legs The music on, I prance around The anklets matching with the sound Tinkling along the beat of the drum Joining me as I happily hum The anklets seem to reflect my mood For if I’m sad or if I brood They remain quiet, hardly make a sound In happier times, they prattle aloud These threads of silver amuse…
