TEN CENTS A DANCE

Written by: anne p. murray

She worked at a boozy ballroom, dancing for 10 cents a dance 
Barely enough to eat and pay her rent in a rundown seedy hotel 
So young, so alone raised by no one but herself 
Oh, she had parents, but they didn’t see her, didn’t know or love her 
She married the first guy who came along just to get away from home 
But he abused her - used her, then left her all alone 

Twenty two years old- 
Alone, with two small children to care for 
She needed someone… 
Someone who would hold her - touch her tenderly with his heart 
Someone to love her- love her children 
Her brown eyes wishing, hoping - looking for love in stranger’s faces 
Dancing for 10 cents a dance under shimmering ballroom lights 
Swaying to and fro through dreamed filled hopes 
With her closed eyes, she pretended as she danced 
Fantasizing that he might be the one to save her- love her 

When the music started she was in another world 
Wishing he’d sweep her off her feet, take her away 
So she could live like a lady and die like a flowering rose when her last petals fell
In the arms of one she imagines will be hers once and for all
To whisper velvet words of comfort as their feet grazed the floor 
Under the melodic grace of the violins she pretended… 
Hoping to find her hero, someone who’ll give her a chance 
Just...for 10 cents a dance