The Dancer
By Joseph Christopher Liguori and Robert James Liguori
Don't talk to me,
Just let me be.
I want to be a dancer,
not a necromancer.
You gave me no choice,
why do I have to hear your voice?
Let my legs, hips and arms move,
to music, not your rambling groove.
In life you tried to quash my dream,
I had no option but to push you in that stream.
Please release me from this trance,
so I can finally dance, dance, dance.
Wednesday, October 20, 2021
Copyright © Robert James Liguori | Year Posted 2021
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