I was thinking just the other day,
How my dancing does not fly
As when my body dances,
It's so sad, I want to cry.
I'm like a broken robot
With no manual to read.
And I have no tools to fix me,
So with that I will retreat.
Now my pen, that rests in my right hand
Is thankful it can move
In rhythm on this paper
With no need for dancing shoes.
So dance away my pen will say to my newly founded friends.
I may be happy, I may be sad, 'some days I won't dance at all,
But when I do, I will share with you
How I am learning how to crawl.
One day I may just change my name,
And proclaim something new,
Who knows, maybe it will be,
"I FLY AND DANCE WITH YOU!"
Written by Sheila June Denson
Copyright May 14th, 2013
AKA Iwillflyagain! FE