The ageing dancer
I used to dance a lot when I was small
I swirled and leapt for my old Gran,
whirled and leapt for her
but now she’s dead,
and I no longer choose the dance,
control my limbs, the way I move.
That’s all gone.
I have to keep dancing until I die.
It’s not that I want to stop……but…
They are looking at me
some of them shout as I swirl past
“Well done !” they say, “ Keep dancing !”
and I can say nothing in reply.
I am too tired.
One thought on “The Ageing Dancer”
I get that deeply in my soul. Well said.