She Dances
Sitting in her wheelchair
Reading a book
She was thin and pale
And occasionally, she'd look
Into space
With whimsical smile
On her once beautiful face.
Her name was Olympia.
Olympia used to dance,
She was sensational
And she put her audience in trance.
She floated onto the stage,
Like a breath of Spring
Her gracefulness and expertise
Made the onlooker's hearts sing
Olympia was well-known,
In theatres everywhere
She topped the bill
And patrons flocked there
Dancing was her life,
She was born to dance
She never married
Although she had the chance
Men pursued Olympia
For both her beauty and talent
She was never smitten by them
That she made apparent.
It was a dream
That she was lucky to fulfil
A life of dancing
Until she becomes too ill
To dance, her life away
She sits in a wheelchair now
And this is where she has to stay
She loves to sit and dream,
Staring into space
With a book on her lap
And a whimsical smile
On her once beautiful face
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