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My Eyes Can Still Dance

I'd like to feel free,
As a bird on the wing.
Join a choir and gustily sing.
Read an exciting book,
Without being disturbed.
I could talk to myself,
Without being overheard.
Sit out in the garden,
On an old garden swing
Swinging up high,
As a bird on the wing,
Free as a bird,
That's how I would like to be,
Young and unencumbered,
Not ancient like me.
I am old now,
Have I lost my chance?
Certainly not, MY EYES CAN STILL DANCE?





Previously submitted January 2022
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October 2, 2024 at 1:28 AM
Oh Shirley you don't how happy it made me seeing your name and poem here this morning!! It has made my day! And back with such a heartfelt, real , beautiful poem! I absolutely love this Shirley!! I sent you two emails! Debx
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