Dancing

Saturday dance, boys, and girls in full flight the rhythm worked its way through our bodies tapping a foot, swaying movements swirl of bodies, colours of dresses Girls braver than boys, dancing no inhibition no names just music and movement smiles and laughter filled the air a chair once protected from all around me Many a look and eyes to drown in the night went on, music flowed no touching of bodies, just the guidance of hands just music and the beat of your heart A hand touches, you freeze not knowing you join the swirl enjoying the moment too many faces, knowing most then not excuse me a moment while I move this aching body of mine This older age thing has a sting in its tail age is just a number, how you feel, sometimes fail tears flow more freely than when younger memories like film shows cloud our judgment Now I understand what it is I fear passing on with a clear conscience dreams like a film show surround me no pain experienced just not here anymore