Dance

Dancing through life like a whirlwind ride,

With bumps that bruise,

And scenes that shine

Like the sun through a stained-glass window

In the walls of the small Baptist church

On the corner of the small street in the tiny town.

Struggling to keep from stepping on the toes of those

Who dance by you without a worry in the world,

As you spin and twirl

Through this short time on this small planet.

Switching partners until you find

The one

Who keeps you on your feet

With a smile on your face

Twirling you through the night and day

Disregarding the rest of the dancers

Who mindlessly meander

Around the two of you.