With the
broom, the vacuum, even the dog,
I’d jump at
every chance…
I wonder
when the exact time occurred,
When I
forgot to dance?
I think it
happened years before,
I grew old,
achy, dizzy and sore;
Around the
time I viewed the world,
With jaded
vision, in color no more.
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