Dancing legs and snapping thumbs
Sway to the beat of the bongo drums
Sing favorite tunes with arms far flung
Swing your hips, Oh! it's fun to be young
Dancing legs and crackling fingers
Up all night, discomfort lingers
Now the pains are Oh! so bold
I guess it's no good, getting old
Author notes
It doesn't matter if we are young or old, we can still enjoy life, even if it is at our own expense.
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Comments
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a slight meandering more than just what's found on radio
this is simple and yet i love how you transform the poem from spinning life as brand new in years, to the same kind of implicative form, but things have definitely changed. so, it does make the point that the shimmy is the same, as well as motivation, but body restrictions come into play.
i think of my grandma, when she sees me tapping my whole body, (we live in the same house) sometimes she'll try even though struggling. and then say, 'i wish i could do that, but i'm too wobbly.' it's so cute, beautiful.
also, for the ones who actually lived in the disco era, they have to be "aging" ~
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I am so glad that someone actually realized what I was saying in my poem. Thank you, and thank your grandmother for me. I know just how she feels.
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loved it =)
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