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.
Adding your comment:
i agree too with friends, some come and some go and some we keep forever, that all sepends. i am not sure you putting this in adult category as to me it seems quite mild and soft with feelings rather than overt with sexual. ah age, i am waiting, i said beofre to you, i feel like time sometimes i feel like i am 2 then other times as old as time itself. perspective. thanks - and keep dancing 