The Dance
I met the dear man I would marry
Quite by some lucky chance
At big neighborhood dance.
He attended with my cousin Harry.
Harry left with a girl name of Kitty,
Pawning me off on him
The dear friend he called Jim,
Who stayed with me, I feared, out of pity.
Jim asked me if I cared to dance.
The dance music had charms,
And floating there in his arms
Was the start of a lifelong romance.
Copyright © Joyce Johnson | Year Posted 2011
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