The Ageing Dancer

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.