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.