On the Dance Floor

We clustered on the dance floor At the edges, though we danced. You might have missed us if Into the room you'd quickly glanced. The energetic dancers In the middle of the crowd Jumped and boogied in stilettos To the music pulsing loud. Our old moves were more subdued And, although we sang along, We were clueless to the lyrics Of each recent top-hit song. While the parties were grooving, Beaming smiles on every face, Some of us still did the cha-cha, Which looked sadly out of place. At a dear friend's daughter's wedding, Buddies of the groom's and bride's Danced exactly like we used to While we watched them from the sides.