Disco Dancing

I’m just sitting here in the cold Feeling oh so I old Sipping at my beer Thinking of someone dear A pair of tight jeans I remember At a Disco in December She was talking to an old friend The band playing until the end She had swept her hair like Farah Fawcett Made her look like a movie star you bet And we danced to the Disco beat A first night together so complete We married later in the year In a little church so dear Now it’s been over 40 years Still together those memories so clear © Paul Warren Poetry