Dancing Through Life
Let me dance a slow dance with time
skipping and hopping in a straight line
without twists or turns,
without pocks in the sidewalk
to trip, fall down and bruise-up
this child's knees.
Let me dance, jump and pirouette
with hip-hop soft-shoe tap dancing;
maybe a tango, maybe a waltz,
maybe a drum-line, maybe a march,
maybe a cha-cha-cha, maybe a rumba~
all the way into the Grandest Ballroom.
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