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DANCING THE NIGHT AWAY

DANCING THE NIGHT AWAY
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In days of yore, when youthful vigor shone,
    I danced with abandon and never did I moan. 
 
Twirl, shimmy, shake, I did spin and sway,
    with caution to the wind, I danced the night away.

I lost myself in the beat and sound,
     and let my spirit soar, free and unbound.

But now, alas, those days are few,
     and age has taken its toll, boo hoo. 

My back, a map of wear and tear,
     aches with each step, movements done with care.

The thought of dancing, once so free,
     now fills me with a sense of pending misery.

I'll need a week to recover, ‘tis true,
     from the simplest of movements, oh pooh! 

I find solace in my heating pad's warmth,
     and let my memories be my balm, henceforth. 

Though my body may be worn and old,
     my heart remains young, truth be told.

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Victor Buhagiar August 18, 2025 at 12:50 AM A serene poem that sent me back fifty years ago. My wife and I loved dancing. Too old now. sara Etgen-Baker August 18, 2025 at 6:12 PM Bill and I met dancing; even after we married we spent Saturday nights dancing. No dancing now for sure :-) We're lucky to make it to the car and back without falling HA

Valsa George August 17, 2025 at 10:03 PM Dear Sara, I see your resilient spirit in the heart of the poem though you moan over the loss of your youthful supple movements. Every aging person can relate to your feelings. Really enjoyed your wonderfully rhyming couplets. They flow with such ease and spontaneity. sara Etgen-Baker August 18, 2025 at 6:11 PM thank you for your thorough and uplifiting comments, Valsa. You're always so encouraging about my words and persona. You're the best, hugs, Sara

Gershon Wolf August 17, 2025 at 7:49 PM Where, O Where, did you get that picture? Cracks me up. ~ Gershon sara Etgen-Baker August 18, 2025 at 6:10 PM I found it about a year ago when I wrote this poem--from an AI artist named Tina.

Rowena Velasco August 17, 2025 at 7:27 PM Sara, this is delightful! You captured the spirit of youth and the tender humor of age so beautifully. Though the body may slow, your words dance forever young." sara Etgen-Baker August 18, 2025 at 6:10 PM you are most kind, Rowena! I'm grateful you found this poem delightful and gracious with its humor. hugs, Sar a

Sotto Poet August 17, 2025 at 2:06 PM Oh, dear Sara! What a gentle thought, and the image too, quite charming and calming in its verse. As the years unfold, the mind may beckon with a resounding yes, while the weary body, in its quiet wisdom, gently declines with a firm no. May your day be filled with joy, as you dance and weave your words in playful delight. sara Etgen-Baker August 17, 2025 at 5:41 PM appreciate your visit and your soft, poetic comments. You're so right--the body wants but the aging mind says, "Are you crazy?!" I learned to listen to my mind and heart. Yes, the day was filled with joy....hope yours was as well. Wishing you a splendid week ahead, Sara

Paula Goldsmith August 17, 2025 at 1:58 PM What a creative/fun write you have here. What A Picture... Love Both... When one gets old the mind says, yes and the body says, no way. Have a fun day dancing and writing away...............