I cannot dance,
I run around,
swing my feet,
I cannot dance,
yet her tune never recedes
and I imagine I can dance
while I play the Irish fiddle
hold onto the joyful memory
and dance forever more.
24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
I cannot dance,
I run around,
swing my feet,
I cannot dance,
yet her tune never recedes
and I imagine I can dance
while I play the Irish fiddle
hold onto the joyful memory
and dance forever more.