On one of my lunch breaks during one hot summer day,
I went to watch a concert at the park in downtown Los Angeles.
As the main act began to play,
I suddenly witnessed three figures go up on stage,
though uninvited, were certainly welcomed by the band.
The first was a toothless White homeless woman,
the second was a frail Black blind man, and
the third was a crazy Asian lady with wiry hair dressed all in black.
The trio danced to the music, without a care in the world,
as if nobody was watching.
I realized, at that point, that one may lose
their home, their sight, or even their sanity,
but never their rhythm and love for the music called Life.
I got teary eyed, smiled, and thought about you.
Because when I think of what is good in this life, I think about you.
You are my life and you are the music that I dance to.
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