A Time For Dancing
The dance goes on; and every generation
Imposes measured steps and calls fast time.
I would sit this one out, but for the few
Opportunities for joining hands.
My awkward feet remember dated songs
And struggle with the strains of obsolescence.
The dance goes on and is oblivious
To slower time when need outlives a style.
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