A Lonely First Step
May I have this dance,
Even though I don't know how?
As if I'm performing brain surgery,
And my only tool is a plow.
Just the thought of one misstep,
Gives my knees a little shake.
Where the ground beneath has shifted,
And I'd swear there's an earthquake.
What if I step on a toe,
Or even worse, cause a trip?
Can any recovery be graceful enough,
While awaiting that fat lip?
Well, I suppose if I don't man-up,
This time will pass, without a chance.
Showing that risk and its partner reward,
Move hand-in-hand, towards any romance.
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