The Dancer

She is in her mid seventies and heavy on her feet And with the younger dancers she cannot hope to compete But when the music starts she is first on the floor And she dances on for two hours sometimes more The dancer she may have seen a far better day But she is one who does not see life in this way She will tell you that dancing is an antidote to tears She has been a dancer since she was young in years Her husband a war veteran died two years ago Though she did grieve his passing she will not allow grief to become her foe Ten times a grandmother she does not bow to time Though it has been many years since she was in her physical prime At the R S L club on a Saturday night For two hours she dances to her hearts delight.