incidents of daily life are a dance
in time, a pirouette in learning,
a waltz of happiness, a procession
of confusion, or a jig of
sorrow and shame, the steps
of the dance vary daily.
as we dance through our allotted time,
friends are gained, cast away, discarded.
parents influence us then are gone
forever. school shows us multifarious
lessons that some abide, others discard,
as though forgetting a favorite step.
as we dance we sometimes move with ease,
other gyrations come with difficulty. dance
styles change with the times with cultures,
imagine square dancing in Ethiopia or
doing the Tango In Duluth. grandma's
shimmy may never be danced with lust again.
as we dance, age creeps upon us.
muscles decay, wrinkles appear, never to go away,
stiffness and rhythm seem to envelop us.
the terpsichore within slowly eludes us.
as in poetry, the dance becomes more important,
just when we need it most. the cycle of the dance floor
is forever crowding us out - as we dance.
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I wonder for that can we still get a score? :)
Good stuff.
Good poem, provoking thought.
The dance of the life cycle among cycles.
"Parents are gone forever" it is not exactly my way of perceiving things but who knows what you wanted to say in there?
thank you