The Bag Lady

Dance lessons

It was a challenge

Bought the dance shoes

Loving red-orange

Drew attention to my feet

Keeping the rest of me discreet

Or so I thought

When I was taught

The tango by a lovely master

Indeed my heart beat faster

Body to body and glide, repeat

Hoped the focus was on my feet

Alas my body itself betrayed

My fervent passion was displayed

Was it the music so enticing

Or instructor I could eat with no icing

Gliding close, my steps were perfected

Music stopped but I had confected

A dream inside my head

Then had to sit down to dread

The next lady’s turn instead

Fearful as I hesitated to watch

The way they danced–my dream was botched.

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