Sept. 22, 2012

The Dance

by Timothy J. Muise (author's profile)

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T H E D A N C E

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How do you dance
with feet made of lead?
To a beat so unsteady
you should be running instead.

That smile comes hard
through tight gritted teeth.
Pain hard as nails
smuggled dep underneath.

Thre horzon looks distant
with tight sqinted eyes.
Years travel closer
deep wrinkles surprise.

To waltz or to tango
seems to ubsurd.
Steps make only inches
lifes rhythm undettered.

Small oof back smooth
like velveteen suede.
Lightening sad feet
some progress is made.

Music rings smooth
resonating soft on my mind.
One, two, three, four,
all that pain left behind.

How do you dance]
with feet made of lead?
With quickness and cunning
the joy of hope ahead.

By Timothy J Muise

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Deblegs Posted 9 years, 2 months ago. ✓ Mailed 9 years, 2 months ago   Favorite
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