National poetry writing month

National poetry writing month
A month of madness

Friday, 27 April 2018

Dancer

Day 27















What have you seen old dancer
Your dress is now very worn
You dance to the key that is turning
You danced on the day I was born

You danced through the wars and the peace time
You danced when the building did fall
You danced in the dust and the rubble
And nothing could stop you at all

You have seen the fashion changing
you saw, silver, pearls, brass and gold
You have seen beads broken and mended
and a key that you never could hold

You met my greatest of Grandmas
You have met mothers old and of new
You have met all the sons and the daughters
And I now I am glad I met you



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