A Little Dance Floor
We rarely do events at night
But dinner went ‘til after 9,
So new-found friends convinced us
To join in and we could not decline.
A trio played - most songs we knew -
And people boogied to the beat,
Yet even when our friends got up,
I watched them, comfy in my seat.
Until one song demanded that
I get my butt up off the chair
And, drawn by my new buddies,
Hit the dance floor, shy at being there.
But, caught up in the energy
And faces lit with pure delight,
I found forgotten moves I had
And let the rhythm lead me right.
A little dance floor on the ship
Provided the most perfect stage
To reach inside and free some joy
I’d hidden from a prior age.
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