Frankie

Sitting by a fountain one day
in the mid afternoon light
I spotted a girl in the park dancing
It was a singular sight

Her hair was brown and matted
Clothes faded and astrew
But the oddest thing yet
Was the way she danced
Looking as if she flew

I turned and asked the fellow next to me
Exactly who that strange girl was
Promtly, the man replied:
"Why, sir, don't you know? That's Miss Frankie there dancing."

An even stranger name, thought I, carefuly standing up
I hastened to gather my things and leave
Lest Miss Frankie decided to talk to me

Of course, my fears were founded
As I tried to sneak out Ungrounded
When she pranced to me with a smile and greeted
"'lo!"

Weakly I returned the kidness
Slowly slinking off to find a
safe place where I might finish my lunch
But, as it seems, Frankie had different schemes
She stopped me in my tracks with words with the force of a punch
"You don't live life like you should," Said she
"You should spend it less like you and more like me
I enjoy the time I have here, and you should do the same!
Quickly, quickly sir! Before it's simply to late!"

With those final words she left me
Prancing off quite deftly
Leaving a trail of sudden insperation behind

Slowly I began to reflect on those words
And what something they might beget
All the while dropping my suitcase and loosening my tie
Suddenly dancing did not seem such an odd thing to do at that moment
Deciding I should seize what Frankie had spoke

"You don't live life like you should
You should spend it less like you and more like me
I enjoy the time that I have here, and you should do the same!
Quickly, quickly, sir! Before it's too late!"