Daniel Larson Poet Rhyme

Life's short

Near a quaint little village
In the far north part of France
Was a young man named Jacob
Who lived his life just to dance
From ballet to rock and roll
He had grown to know it all
He could do a country jig
Before he had learned to crawl

He never did get married
He changed partners far too fast
One dance was more than enough
To know love would never last
Tournament to tournament
He took every single crown
No one could keep up with him
And he had danced to every sound

One fateful night he stumbled
His right ankle and leg snapped
Six months in a hospital
And there'd be no coming back
Cannot walk without a stick
And he tumbles now and then
Sits and stares at old trophies
Dreaming he could dance again

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