Outside Ballet

I'm waiting here outside ballet And while my grandchild twirls away My pencil gets to do its thing; Some thoughts to paper it will bring. The little girls, all dressed in pink, Adorably are on the brink Of leaving toddlerhood behind; It goes so fast, it blows my mind. And I, though, on the other hand, Have somehow managed now to land Instead of at a door marked "Stage," At one that boldly says "Old Age." My ballerina days have passed; The lots are in, the die's been cast But lucky me, I can enjoy My most delicious girl and boy.